We were so hungry, faint with hunger, delirious, (okay, yeah, for me it don’t take much to reach delirium), and then all of a sudden we were downstairs where it was cool, and “Minority Report” was starting on HBO in minutes, and in front of us was a chèvre crottin, and fig cake, and an endive-apple-blue cheese-walnut salad, and some of a walnut-sage loaf, and a bowl of cherries. “Run, Tom Cruise! Run!”