Every chemist knows that feeling of religious devotion when watching your precious compound spinning in the rotary evaporator. The dramatic lighting, the intense gaze, the hands raised in supplication... "Please don't bump, please don't bump!" You've spent weeks synthesizing this compound, and now you're one vacuum pump hiccup away from watching your PhD thesis splatter across the lab ceiling. Classical art really nails that mix of hope, fear, and desperation that is modern organic chemistry. Just missing the part where you frantically grab paper towels as it inevitably foams over anyway.