Every so often, the fairies or nymphs or whichever other magical creatures it is who stock the kitchenette at my place of work leave a large bowl of fruit out on the counter, a gift to keep us healthy little workers, staving off scurvy and providing respite from gorging ourselves on the cookies that normally line the pantry cupboards. The assortment consists of a plethora of apples, followed closely in volume by bananas, with occasional oranges dotted throughout. What to make of this? What is an apple, but an item to leave on a teacher’s desk or to keep the doctor at bay? A banana is nothing but a utilitarian snack, lauded only for its portability and carbohydrate content. An orange might excite a Victorian orphan on Christmas Day, but what is it to me? Ho hum.
Letter 20: On Each Peach, Pear, Plum
Simply delightful!