"Once upon a time I expected to be a banana - believing that once God got past the tough and fibrous outer layer, he would find me largely sweet and useful.
"I adjusted my expectations. I hoped to be an artichoke.
"It has turned out, of course, that I am a turnip. Once the initial access is gained, the layers to come are much similar to the layers before. Excellent variety of uses, but some people can't digest them."
Sanne McCarthy, Mars Hill Review, Fall 1996
2 comments:
pigs like 'em.
Well, now, that is some consolation I guess.
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