FLOUNDERS ARE WONDERFUL 



And then I thought of the Enghsh language and 

 I remembered that miracles are supernatural, mar- 

 vels are often fictitious, while prodigies are extrava- 

 gant and imaginary. Only wonders are natural. 

 And that is in itself a most pleasant word, so I was 

 satisfied. Flounders are wonderful: Remains only 

 the problem to make you think so. 



Competition, I suppose, is at the bottom of all 

 flounders, soles, other flatfish and of much else in 

 the world. Evolution does not always mean eleva- 

 tion, and many an advance is a progression down- 

 ward. I hardly know whether to include in this 

 category the fall of Lucifer, although he is most 

 assuredly more human than his noble brethren of 

 the skies, being at least a monophyletic, mamma- 

 lian combination of artiodactyl, chiropterian and 

 human, rather than an impossible homo-avian 

 hybrid. 



In the more acknowledged course of evolution 

 man landed in the branches before he did on his feet ; 

 one out of a hundred proofs is the greater number 

 of fallen arches among policemen than in second- 

 story men. 



Two of the three necessary objects of existence of 

 living beings on the earth are the search for food 

 and the avoidance of enemies. Today we find a con- 

 siderable percentage of mankind avoiding an up- 

 right position in accomplishing both ; millions go to 

 their work like moles underground, and when the 

 contested subway seats are all gone, the remaining 

 humans support their feeble verticality by clutch- 



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