Elbows of the Octopus

7月 9, 2010 · Posted in 未分類 

It was midnight, as I sat on a camp-stool, and looked at the octopus, and he looked at me. Lights had been out in the aquarium since sunset, and I was locked in there alone, armed only with my flash light. For some months I had been having deep thoughts about the great silent world of fish, living, day and night, in the shadow of the oceans.

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