Lobster spancels

[Ranjit Bhatnagar]

Hutch:
> 
> Really? I find myself surprised. I would have expected wild asparagus
> (at least) to be FAR from passive ... bound or not.

Proust had this to say about the spirit of asparagus:

       "...my greatest pleasure was the asparagus, bathed in
       ultramarine and pink and whose spears, delicately brushed in
       mauve and azure, fade imperceptibly to the base of the
       stalk-- still soiled with the earth of their bed-- through
       iridescences that are not of this world. It seemed to me
       that these celestial nuances betrayed the delicious
       creatures that had amused themselves by becoming vegetables
       and which, through the disguise of their firm, edible flesh,
       gave a glimpse in these dawn-born colors, these rainbow
       sketches, this extinction of blue evenings, of the precious
       essence that I would still recognize when, all night
       following a dinner where I had eaten them, they played in
       their crude, poetic farces, like one of Shakespeare's
       fairies, at changing my chamberpot into a bottle of
       perfume."