Ephemeris VI. — The Time for Directing the Cook

Sosias I must have lunch. The warm sun is already passed well on into his fourth hour, and on the dial the shadow is moving on towards the fifth stroke. Taste and make sure — for they often play you false — that the seasoned dishes are well soused and taste appetisingly. Turn your bubbling pots in your hands and shake them up: quick, dip your fingers in the hot gravy and let your moist tongue lick them as it darts in and out . . .