I stood on a gull-specked pier and felt the molluscs blush as the tide pulled away their covers and woke them up glistening. I tried to lead mussels by the hand off their pilings but they wouldn't come they wouldn't make the leap. Maybe they were trapped like sabre-tooths enticed by their prey now sessile in the tar or maybe they knew I meant to send them down some faraway gullet or maybe I didn't know them from the deaf stones they held fast in their arms. David Savory Jericho Beach Vancouver ------------------------------------------------------------------ To change your Lit-Ideas settings (subscribe/unsub, vacation on/off, digest on/off), visit www.andreas.com/faq-lit-ideas.html