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Raisin' Raisins

The English sparkling wine was very nice - and all the more so because it gave us an excuse to get out the hollow-stemmed glasses that were once my great-grandmother's. (They're quite old, but not valuable.) Many's the time I put a raisin in these glasses as a child, watching it collect bubbles in the wrinkles of its venerable skin, then float to the surface where they would burst on contact with the air, then sink again. It seemed a kind of perpetual motion - but the grown-ups were curiously reluctant to sacrifice their champagne to the cause of science.
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