Dream: Admissions Test

After breakfasting this morning on fresh pear and an unidentifiable meatlike substance (perhaps from a fallen burro?), Justice Minotaur asked Mr. Cornwall to bring in his notebook to take dictation. Minotaur saith: “I recall a dream from my youth. I had applied (in the dream) to the graduate physics program at MIT. The admissions board called me into a large room and placed before me a liter of turpentine, a printed copy of the decision in Marbury v. Madison, and a bust of Neptune. With these materials I was to produce a batch of tartar sauce by nightfall.” Further Minotaur saith not.