Crumbs
I was making tea when I noticed I had fried chicken breading crumbs on my floor. The tea was for the hangover I was nursing all day like a mother raises an itinerant child, and after spending the entire day in bed, decided to make tea because goodness knows how I will chase sleep when I've been in bed with her all day. Last night, like all drinking nights, were filled with happiness stolen from tomorrow, and a hangover is nature's way of cashing the check with 200% interest. Tea is a way to make the interest hurt less (or maybe more alcohol). Anyway. The bread crumbs. Sometimes, when he feels like it and after he'd gotten together with Clarice Starling, Hannibal Lecter smashes a tea cup and waits to see if entropy reverses and makes the tea cup whole. If it does, then surely he could see Mischa, his sister, alive again. Hannibal has spent his considerable intellect trying to mathematically prove it could be so, and Thomas Harris describes it as an elegant mathematica