This Hand Wants Another Beer And Other Personifications Oct. 5, 2008, Indian Ocean, about 1,000 miles east of Mauritius, and 1,000 miles west of Cocos Keeling Part 1 “The cabbage prefers to be peeled first, then cut. Rather than cut first,” Norfy yelled to James, who was preparing dinner down in the saloon. ”Gotcha,” James replied. On Yacht Cleone we are always trying to extend the life of our fresh vegetables before they go bad and have to be thrown overboard. “What?” I said. “The cabbage doesn’t have an opinion. It doesn’t want or need or prefer anything.” “Sure it does,” James yelled up to Norfy and I, as we sat in Cleone’s cockpit. “Alex, you just don’t speak cabbage.” “True, I don’t speak cabbage. But what I can say is that I didn’t hear the
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