Once there was a chap who found that the only thing he possessed which smelled and was handy at that moment after reading the above suggestion was a pair of cotton gym socks which he was incidentally wearing. Not daunted by this inconvenient fact he sat, took a moment to remove said socks (his shoes had long ago gone missing), and then exercised his incontestable right to smell anything he damn well pleased, in this case his recently removed gym socks.

What he discovered was at once compelling evidence of the natural order of things in the over all Universe and at the same time the disturbing realization that worn cotton gym socks can tend to have an overbearing resemblance to ripened tropical fruit. This keen insight lead to the creation of a galactically renowned hymn “Some Socks Go Uncomplaining Forth.” None the less the therapy remains a general prescription and we encourage you to find something smelly.