Leonore Wilson That which goes into the mouth and is eaten is mortal, perishable, transformed   like knowledge, the way a subject takes within himself something important, alien, that which is hard   made soft, deliquesces, and this thing becomes him, doesn’t it, isn’t this what Dali wanted us to see,   to understand in the teaspoon, the prolongation of its handle and the shallow bowl which contained   the little watch, or the...