He thinks he can keep two thoughts in his head, closes his eyes, and sees music. Sees that he should be listening to music instead of seeing music. Put on a record. He stands up. Music is a good thing to cook to, flavors the broth.
Music is an onion, which, in the soup, is very important.
Then neither he nor Honey will sleep tonight, and that wouldn't be healthy. Sleep is so necessary, Henry thinks. Sleep is a reason to live. Sleep is what gets him out of bed in the morning. Wish You Were Here.