Here’s how I describe an outstanding new restaurant to people: The food tastes so good that after that first bite, before you’ve even finished chewing it, while you can still taste it, and you turn to the person next to you, grab her by the shoulder, and wordlessly stare at her, wide-eyed, where if you had your mouth to speak the words would come out something like, “Oh….my…..god…..” Words won’t do justice to the sensory experience, so the best you can hope for is something more … extrasensory? You know what I’m talking about? You ever get that rush with Shakespeare? Sometimes I get blindsided by it. Yesterday, as I mentioned in an earlier post, we were discussing Macbeth. The line came up, “By the pricking of my thumbs, something wicked this way comes” and I said to my coworker, “You know, if you give it a second, that’s just a damned scary line. That’s like something Lovecraftian. Conjures up this mysterious image of a dark shape on the horizon, you don’t know what it is, but you know it’s coming, and it scares the living bejesus out of you.” Same type of thing. Words just don’t quite cut it. I know what I was trying to say, I even had the image in my head, I just couldn’t capture it.