I once inadvertently fed a sponge to a horse. It was a foolish thing to do, since it cost me a lot of money and even more shame. It also left me with the unalterable conviction that horses are, in fact, rather stupid.
This is how it happened. I had come back from a vacation in Key West, where I had bought a number of real sponges to give to my friends in New York. The salesclerk assured me that Greek sponge fishermen from Tampa had brought them up from the deep especially for his shop. They were large, beautiful, dark yellow objects, altogether the finest sponges I had ever seen. My friends were delighted to receive them.




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