Whatever else you can say about Glocks, and the gentlemen above is hardly at a loss for words on the subject, Gaston’s gun has “quintessence.” No, I’m not talking about a hypothetical form of dark energy physicists use to account for our accelerating universe. I mean the most perfect embodiment of something. Obviously, Glocks aren’t the perfect gun for everyone. Hand sizes and trigger preferences vary and Glocks don’t, much, even with the new interchangeable backstraps. But a Glock is a minimalistic meisterwerk. Like an Oreo cookie, you couldn’t improve the design by taking anything way or adding anything. Although God knows Glock (and Oreo) have done so, monkeying with their product’s quintessence in search of sales. Still, I understand the gun’s intrinsic appeal. Not to put too fine a point on it, Glock is Glock. Na-na-na-na.