I can't believe people are besmirching the classic doner elephant's leg. It's the perfect mix of tradition, nutrition and science. One of the few meals which is properly roasted in the true traditional meaning of the word, on a rotating spit in front of a fire(kind of). It has to be healthy, because you can literally see the fat dripping off it as you wait in the kebab shop. And it basically bears no relation to any part of a real animal, ever, but tastes bloody good with chilli sauce.
Bloody cavemen, I bet you didn't like the plough when that was invented, either.
Like fast-moving clouds casting shadows against a hillside, the melody-loop shuddered with a sense of the sublime, the awful unknowable majesty of the world.