I'm a bit of a glutton. Have a hard time not indulging myself. So of course when it came to my attention that there was more Richter to be had right here in Dresden I did not hesitate. I crawled right up into his attic and rolled around among his clippings and photographs and sketches and took gratuitous pleasure in spotting the sources of all the magnificent dishes I'd seen in Berlin. I'm sure I moaned. I may have howled. It's a tidy attic, everything laid out in orderly rows and columns, and it takes no work at all to find what you've looked at in its original form: the eggplant before the moussaka. It's a sort of miracle that you can eat the moussaka and then go view the eggplant it was made from. But then it was made by a titan holding the heavens on his shoulders.
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