Block has come to see me again and this time he has brought a muffin as a present… But let us start at the beginning. After two hours of chatter about the capacity for self-regeneration of the tadpoles, he has realized that I couldn’t take it any longer. His conversation stunned me so much that I had slipped from the chair until I was lying on the floor. But he continued talking for another half hour. Only when he saw me grabbing a knife with the obvious intention of slitting my wrists, he gave up and left. Then, I crawled into the kitchen and filled the porcelain basin with hot water and mustard flour. I put my feet in it and, while taking the foot bath prescribed by the doctor, I took the muffin from the table. But I did it with such bad luck that the muffin fell into the basin. Since I’m not fussy, I picked it up and gave it a bite. And… How would I explain it? The taste of the muffin soaked in the murky water has took me back in time, in particular to one episode of my childhood that I had totally forgotten but that the taste of the muffin resurrected… I was twelve years old and was in the meadow dressing field mice (I made vests, jackets, pants and other clothes with little pieces of velvet). Suddenly, a very powerful ray of light illuminated me from above. I imagined that I was on a stage and started singing “Land of the Silver Birch”. At the same time that I was singing, I was ascending in the air. I thought it was due to the emotion I put into singing. But in reality I was being abducted by some Martians who took me into their spaceship and, shedding tears of emotion, asked me if I knew more songs like that. Then I sang “Great Green Gobs of Greasy, Grimy Gopher Guts”. I continued with “There’s a Hole in My Bucket” and finished with “Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star”. With this song, the Martian audience rose to their feet applauding and shouting “Encore! Encore!”… Even now I am excited to remember it.