Mine has been a long journey.

At a great word she will her poynard draw, Looke for the pincke if once thou giue the lye.

A 'Herkimer Jerkimer?' Why, that's a local yokel, you rube.

That was before I stood on a floor made from aeroplane steel and fitted with “shakers” that simulated surface motion and before I experienced a spatialised sound system and before I had sensors attached to my wrists that responded to my movements.