I worry sometimes, says Lyn, the overtherapized feminist in Lily Tomlin's The Search for Signs of Intelligent Life in the Universe.

What's his name, your boyfriend? Ernest. Ernest Hemingway. The name was received in disparaging silence. Marlene said: You wouldn't get me going out with a feller called Ernest. My granddad was Ernest.

A few types of molecules get sensed by receptors on the tongue. Protons coming off of acids ping receptors for sour. Sugars get received as sweet. Bitter, salty, and the proteinaceous flavor umami all set off their own neural cascades.

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