Merry Christmas, Lewis. It seems our S-man of thought aged a bit this year. He's wiser, don't you think? A few wrinkles here, there, pipe drooping slightly.
And I think he may have learned a thing or two about the depths of his relationship to flakes. He found, as attested by the bend in his nose, which apparently got stuck where it should not have been, that, no, there are no two flakes alike. His introspection has given him wisdom, and he is still the coolest S-man on the block.