Look at Tellervo, who's her assistant for this piece:
Anyone was allowed to intervene and replace the dispenser at any point in time, but most of us were too rapt and too chickenshit to do it.
Not me!
It's honestly very strange, very moving to pour: you see her eyes gaping below you as if suffering, hands moving as if asking you to stop, but then you realise she didn't mean stop, it's just another signal. And you're under instructions not to move the thread, or else she can't control the flow of the honey and it might sting her eyes; and you're under instructions to make pearls of honey as huge as possible, which is actually hard with this thin, super-sweet honey that we've purchased, and you have to exert real strength in order to push stuff out of the squeeze-bottle, and then you realise you haven't been looking at her, you've been letting the sweetness fall recklessly...