…Or Why We Should Hang Everyone at BP.
“There are starfish whose many tentacles unfurl like the yielding arms of young ferns. There are balls of soft climbing tendrils called Feather Stars, and flat fish like planks of Sandalwood, and a giant slug in a Muppet’s maroon coat called a Nudibranch, who feasts on a Seuss-like forest of anemone palms. There are stone-faced Wolf Eels waiting in caves like ogres. And when the sky is clear, migrations of Plankton, seduced by the moon, are drawn sparkling into the night like so many thousand shooting stars.”