“Eftsoons his hand dropt he!”...
(The Wedding guest, here beat his breast, for he heard the bassoon within!)
—”The Wedding guest, here beat his breast, for he heard the bassoon within!”
No need for the bassoon, my internal clock was calling me back to work...and I sat there transfixed.
That was about twenty years back and I can remember the pasta and where I sat at the table, a very interesting event. Right now, I’m unsure what I had for lunch yesterday.