The Wooden Benches, A White Towel and Heat

“The natural heat, say the good-fellows, first seats itself in the feet…; thence it mounts into the middle region, where it makes a long abode and produces, in my opinion, the sole true pleasures of human life; all other pleasures in comparison sleep; towards the end, like a vapor that still mounts upward, it arrives at the throat, where it makes its final residence, and concludes the progress.”

― Michel de Montaigne, The Complete Essays