April 2012
1 post
Look Around You
Do you know the strangest thing? The other day I met a truculently obsolete whale for tea. He turned out to be a budding writer himself. He actually had written a few scholarly works, mostly on the blowhole, and one fat novel. About what, I asked. About the last gullible whale in the ocean, he said with a dystopian smile from gill to gill. You don’t even have gills, I said and told him that I...
