and something else ... henry tipped his head back , flared his nostrils , and sniffed gently - he had a memory , both clear and absurd , of being in maurice 's a month ago with his ex-wife , smelling the wine the sommelier had just poured , seeing rhonda there across the table and thinking , we sniff the wine , dogs sniff each other 's assholes , and it all comes to about the same .