We use every part of the animal. The body. The breath. The afternoon shadow. The fear before it died. The memory of it now that it's gone.
I'm pursuing my lifelong quest for the perfect, the absolutely driest martini to be found in this or any other world, and I think I may have hit upon the perfect formula. You pour six jiggers of gin, and you drink it while staring at a picture of Lorenzo Schwartz, the inventor of vermouth.