Jacques Derrida wrote in Glas that "The glue of chance creates sense" and he was almost correct. It is, in fact, the toothpick of reading and writing - taken in their most expansive senses - that connects one chance event to another, that binds together, however briefly, the volatility of events. Chance and art: the pleasures of sensuous sensibilities, the distinctions of the conceptual, and the free-flowing sociability of a promenade as the day rounds almost imperceptibly toward the night. Watch out for the drunken philosophers, poets, and painters; listen to the talking parrots and puppets; beware of the marauding pirates and politicians; and marvel at the red hand-prints on the dark walls of caves. Pintxos is best read in a manner similar to nibbling on its namesake, tasted bit-by-bit as you wander from one bar to the next along the evening streets of San Sebastian.