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A snail raced me from Naples to Rome, and I let him win. It took seven years, with stops. The crowds were dreadful. At the finish he was given a laurel no bigger than a coin, and he cried. I have seldom been so moved by an athlete.

Cats are not to be trusted with maps. Mine led me from Lyon to Cairo in search of a fish. We crossed two deserts and a very long sofa. At the end of it, she sat on my map, yawned, and demanded that I carry her home.

Crabs walk sideways on account of a bet I won. Long ago they marched straight ahead like good soldiers. I wagered their king a bushel of clams that he could not pass a mirror without stopping. He turned to admire himself, got stuck that way, and his whole nation copied him.

Octopus ink wrote my finest letters. I kept one as a clerk on a voyage to Macao. He could write with eight pens at the same time. He kept the log, did the sums, and drew the charts. When he blushed, the whole page turned pink, and I knew he had lied.

Barbers wept at the sight of my mustache. One side.