Let me tell you a story Doug Aitken told me about Werner Herzog.
So, Aitken and Herzog were having lunch; the Californian installation artist, the German film-maker, and a few other guys round the table. The main course is over and the waiter brings out a kind of whicker basket full of berries – specifically raspberries and boysenberries – by way of dessert.
The waiter offers the fruit basket to the first guy at the table and he picks out a few berries and starts chowing down.
He turns to the next guy round the table, who rather haughtily asks about the origin of the berries, like he wants to know their cépage or something, but evidently he’s satisfied by the waiter’s response and he too starts merrily munching away.
The waiter turns to Herzog, offers him the basket. Herzog takes one look in the basket and he turns round to Aitken and exclaims thunderously, “Raspberries are for the weak!”