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As The Tavistock Society meandered through the nameless racks of drab, dour, dowdy garments, a flash of colour caught our eyes. It was the food court! Much as it behoves me to witness a saint involved in commercial enterprises, the society, bar none, pronounced our tin of curiously strong mints to be ‘satisfactory’. The grapes are very satisfying to trample on, especially in subway situations.