Discussion in 'Et Cetera, Et Cetera' started by Northland, Oct 1, 2008.

  1. Northland

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    Oct 22, 2007
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    Whenever I think of the humble oyster, tears well up in my eyes. No, it's not that I have an aversion to them or that the tasty morsels have ever treated me badly, it's simply when I think back on the horrific fate they met many years ago. It was just so tragic-well, read for yourself:

    The sun was shining on the sea,
    Shining with all his might:
    He did his very best to make
    The billows smooth and bright—
    And this was odd, because it was
    The middle of the night.

    The moon was shining sulkily,
    Because she thought the sun
    Had got no business to be there,
    After the day was done—
    "It's very rude of him," she said,
    "To come and spoil the fun!"

    The sea was wet as wet could be,
    The sands were dry as dry.
    You could not see a cloud, because
    No cloud was in the sky:
    No birds were flying overhead-
    There were no birds to fly.

    The Walrus and the Carpenter
    Were walking close at hand;
    They wept like anything to see
    Such quantities of sand:
    "If this were only cleared away,"
    They said, "it would be grand!"

    "If seven maids with seven mops
    Swept it for half a year,
    Do you suppose," the Walrus said,
    "That they could get it clear?"
    "I doubt it," said the Carpenter,
    And shed a bitter tear.

    "O Oysters, come and walk with us!"
    The Walrus did beseech.
    "A pleasant walk, a pleasant talk,
    Along the briny beach:
    We cannot do with more than four,
    To give a hand to each."

    The eldest Oyster looked at him,
    But never a word he said:
    The eldest Oyster winked his eye,
    And shook his heavy head—
    Meaning to say he did not choose
    To leave the oyster-bed.

    But four young Oysters hurried up,
    All eager for the treat:
    Their coats were brushed, their faces washed,
    Their shoes were clean and neat—
    And this was odd, because, you know,
    They hadn't any feet.

    Four other Oysters followed them,
    And yet another four;
    And thick and fast they came at last,
    And more, and more, and more—
    All hopping through the frothy waves,
    And scrambling to the shore.

    The Walrus and the Carpenter
    Walked on a mile or so,
    And then they rested on a rock
    Conveniently low:
    And all the little Oysters stood
    And waited in a row.

    The time has come," the Walrus said,
    "To talk of many things:
    Of shoes- and ships- and sealing wax-
    Of cabbages- and kings—
    And why the sea is boiling hot-
    And whether pigs have wings."

    "But wait a bit," the Oysters cried,
    "Before we have our chat;
    For some of us are out of breath,
    And all of us are fat!"
    "No hurry!" said the Carpenter.
    They thanked him much for that.

    "A loaf of bread," the Walrus said,
    "Is what we chiefly need:
    Pepper and vinegar besides
    Are very good indeed—
    Now if you're ready, Oysters dear,
    We can begin to feed."

    "But not on us!" the Oysters cried,
    Turning a little blue.
    "After such kindness, that would be
    A dismal thing to do!"
    "The night is fine," the Walrus said.
    "Do you admire the view?"

    "It was so kind of you to come!
    And you are very nice!"
    The Carpenter said nothing but
    "Cut us another slice:
    I wish you were not quite so deaf—
    I've had to ask you twice!"

    "It seems a shame," the Walrus said,
    "To play them such a trick,
    After we've brought them out so far,
    And made them trot so quick!"
    The Carpenter said nothing but
    "The butter's spread too thick!"

    "I weep for you," the Walrus said:
    "I deeply sympathize."
    With sobs and tears he sorted out
    Those of the largest size,
    Holding his pocket-handkerchiefs
    Before his streaming eyes.

    "O Oysters," said the Carpenter,
    "You've had a pleasant run!
    Shall we be trotting home again?"
    But answer came there none—
    And this was scarcely odd, because
    They'd eaten every one.

    oh the tragedy of it all.

    (above poem-The Walrus and The Carpenter by Lewis Carroll)
  2. b.c.

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    Nov 7, 2005
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    at home
    yum...oysters!! Think I'll go down the street and get me an "erster" po-boy right now... DRESSED.

    hey labat (hey labat)

    "and they all axed for you"

    ("well they even inquired about 'cha)
  3. Hand_Solo

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    May 21, 2007
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    Thela Hun Ginjeet
    Oysters are quite yummy.
  4. MarkLondon

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    Jun 11, 2008
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    Thank you for that, Northland.

    I've never yet eaten an oyster. I'd like my first one to be cooked, probably as an "angel on horseback" (grilled oyster with bacon).

    I loved reading Lewis Carrol when I was a child. And he's well worth reading again as an adult. Like Shakespeare, many of his phrases have become quotations. I counted three from that poem:

    And thick and fast they came at last,
    And more, and more, and more—

    The time has come," the Walrus said,
    "To talk of many things:
    Of shoes- and ships- and sealing wax-
    Of cabbages- and kings—

    But answer came there none—
  5. B_Hickboy

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    Jul 13, 2005
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    That twinge in your intestines
  6. got_lost

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    May 13, 2007
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    I had one oyster once. :rolleyes:
    24 hours later and all you could hear were grunts
    I vomited all day, I vomited all night
    Then I had 2 months off work until I was alright!

  7. Smartalk

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    Feb 8, 2008
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    8 miles outside of Manchester
    Oysters are an excellent source of zinc needed for testosterone production. That is why are reported to be an aphrodisiac. And your are only suppose to eat oysters when there is an " R " in the month
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