He may be entirely fascinated by the actions on the stage and yet his mind may be overflooded with other ideas.

It really fucks me off when you do that.

...here smiting with irresistible force some adamantine rock of gross ignorance or cruel superstition, there shaking with its mighty voice of thunder some dread abyss where lurks the taint of covert vice, or crouches the misshapen form of monstrous irreligion, coursing through gloomy chasms and deep dark ravines, and laying bare to the glorious rays of universal and progressive intelligence the golden sands of philosophic lore and scientific research, ever widening, ever expanding, the while bearing richly-freighted argosies of accumulated lore onward through years, and ephochs, and cycles — forever onward — to the borad bosom of that illimitable ocean of perfected wisdom which, unsweapt by temporal gale, unruffled by even a transient breeze of earthly misconception or scepticism, placid and profound, sleeps forever beneath the beams of the eternal sun.

The cacao and almonds are poured into the hopper, and very soon a stainy, tacky chocolate sauce oozes out of the spout— which has been sprinkled with sugar so that none will stick and be wasted