I'm not at all sure how to rate such things because I can't find any uniformity. For example, I can easily imagine the taste, feel and smell of a quarter slice lettuce salad with Russian Dressing that I had at the Lord Baltimore Hotel when I was six or so, or the full experience of driving Road Atlanta at speed, each place my head banged against the roll bar, the feel of clutch, brake and throttle instant to instant around the track, the tightness of the harness as I late brake going into 7a and b, the weight increase on the uphill back straight and the loss of weight as I crest the hill and pass under the bridge on the reverse camber run to the turn onto the front straight. The feel, sounds, sounds, smell, vision are all there. But what I had for lunch yesterday is a total blank.
Aslan is not a Tame Lion