The real questions, the questions I would have asked myself if I’d been willing to look more closely, might have been more pointed: Are you driven by a feeling of hunger and need? When someone sets a bottle of wine on the dinner table, do you find yourself glancing at it subversively, possessively, the way you might look at a lover you long for but don’t quite trust? When someone pours you a glass from that bottle, do you take careful note of the level of liquid in the glass, and measure it secretly against the level of liquid in the other glasses, and hold
