Eventually, the time came when he wanted to talk of *other* things

When I walked in, the walrus was polishing his spectacles. His office was impeccably decorated: Victorian, Old World. Pages from The Complete Chaucer yawned softly on his maple desk, the language fluttering silently. “You know,” said the walrus confidently, “Bumbles….bounce.”

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