I have a wonderful dinner. He brought a tin box from the fork of a tree, took out a loaf of French bread, and sliced off two thick slices. Then he brought sea urchins from a dripping sack, cracked them on a rock, and spread the gonads on the bread. The Italians eat them. It's about as strong a protein as you can get.
Some people think it's aphrodisiac.
There was an iron simplicity in the seer. He was like a monolith of logic standing against waves of angry nonsense. I have a pin here to eat them with. It's an acquired taste. I won't tell you what's in it.