Coffee is a delightful diversion for the mountains weary of million year battles. Reflected the vastness of the universe, the mobile library of the clouds in the musky colouration of a pulverised bean. The slender streams from the mug form complicated coils of steam to which the breath lends swirling oscillations and entangle within the coffee a state of mathematic beauty. For the man who possesses neither milk or ambition, there is a kind of middle class pleasure in waiting for coffee to cool, while leaning against the radiator or resting heels on the floor – these are the greatest moments between waking and sleeping.
– Benjamin F Jones (in the rhythm of Baudelaire)