What is it about dentists? Each new dentist I see is more beautiful than the last. The first was an agreeably pleasant to look at but slightly bland woman with a goodmiddleclass-aromatherapistwanttobe lady countenance. The second was a stylish, shapely, golden pumps wearing young bird. Now she’s on maternity leave I’m being seen by a Spanish goddess. In two weeks, the goddess will be in my mouth for fifty minutes. Life is always pleasure and pain.