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Of Slimy Cucumbers and a Luscious Swede

Some matters are subject to laws; some others happen at random. 'De gustibus' a Latin tag goes, non est disputandum.' (Good time there's never to waste on arguing long about taste). So I relish radishes merrily; I savour long sticks of celery. The fruits of the earth are all wonders except for slimy cucumbers which I avoid like the plague in daylight, which invade my dreams every night. I fell in love with a Swede whom I sincerely intended to wed, When she told me she loved cucumbers, I shuddered all over and fled.

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Book: Shattered Sighs