The sea holds a strong meaning for those that take a moment or two to reflect. In “Nobody Eats Fish Here”, a monologue by GEORGIA XANTHOPOULOU, the fish hold almost a spiritual humanistic quality. We catch fish, eat fish, notwithstanding what the fish themselves may eat. If we knew, or supposed, the fish ate pollution of some kind, we are likely, perhaps definitely, not to want to eat fish. So, on a morning, a man comes to the pier, to feed the fish. Let the fish eat well, and let us be happy.
The sea holds a strong meaning for those that take a moment or two to reflect. In “Nobody Eats Fish Here”, a monologue by GEORGIA XANTHOPOULOU, the fish hold almost a spiritual humanistic quality. We catch fish, eat fish, notwithstanding what the fish themselves may eat. If we knew, or supposed, the fish ate pollution of some kind, we are likely, perhaps definitely, not to want to eat fish. So, on a morning, a man comes to the pier, to feed the fish. Let the fish eat well, and let us be happy.