I came across this contemplative bloke in the Jardin des Plantes in Paris. Yes, he really is studying an egg, and yes, there really does seem to be some kind of disturbance going on in his lap. Possibly a chicken? Endless scope for ribaldry and double entendre there (which came first, is that a rumple in your toga, etc., etc.) but it's far too hot for that sort of thing.
Perhaps he’s the Walrus? Paul...?
ReplyDeleteHenry,
ReplyDeleteI am he as you are he as you are me and we are all together. Or something like that.
Mike