This morning I had a bowl of grapes, which I ate, one at a time, wishing that I enjoyed breakfast more, and that in doing so, I might partake of one of the cereals on offer at my local supermarket. I can't do this, malheureusement, because the texture of soggy cereal next to tainted milk is anathema to my breakfast needs. What I really craved was a bacon bagel, with lettuce, but I told myself that having the grapes, and perhaps a slice of toast, would be the Moral choice that would get me through the day with my soul intact. Much like playing Tetris instead of Bubble Bath Babes on the NES.

What was the question again?