When it comes to food, if it is not in front of me I couldn’t even speak of “this” or “that.” If it was something I could grasp in my hands, a do-over may be possible. Moreover, if I were able to chew it with my own teeth, I should be unable to slip in a single word. “‘Dat really true. I think it’s kinda fishy.” Well in order to toss out superstition, I would like to touch it directly with my mouth and believe it with my teeth. Because the muscles on my face move surely as the wind blows and the leaves rustle. Just as I make demands for food, I shall allow myself to file complaints against the things I see. To a swimming fish, I say, “Too young, too lean.” “If I pour water on yer eyes an’ wash it, won’t it get better?” No, no, even if it’s fresh, eyes are best when they’re just a little bit too soft. That’s certainly not the fault of the teeth; I’m placing my wishes on my own eyeballs. And even if that’s good enough for ya, the swimming fish will get laughed at for it.