Cabbages and Kings

[Author's Note: This story has been released to the Public Domain under the CC0 license. The full version may be read here.]
"The time has come," the Walrus said,
"To talk of many things:
Of shoes--and ships--and sealing-wax--
Of cabbages--and kings--
And why the sea is boiling hot--
And whether pigs have wings."

Lewis Carroll, "The Walrus and the Carpenter"
Gladwell once wrote:
            Cabbages and Kings
         
            To G.G.
            Thanks for helping me write this.

But:
            Things were not right with the universe.

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