My Thoughts
Shall I tell you what is missing on the menu? Why, everything and nothing; close an eye, snap a finger—it is easy if you cry—, then whistle in the dark for something, for anything at all. You see, I told you it was easy. The world is filling fast with flying pigs while raining cats and dogs, without a mention of the dish that wed the dish chased by the crooked fork and hollow spoon. These courses are, of course, the daily specials: here today, who knows what tomorrow.