Twice I took a quiz appearing in Dagbladet, a Norwegian newspaper. It proposed to reveal what kind of a fish I would be, were I a fish. Each time it said I was a salmon. More specifically it said:
That Sagittarius business has never made sense to me. Scandinavians aren't archers! But fish is fish! In my case, old fish.
To tell the truth, I was relieved to discover that I was not a cod, even though cod is a superb fish, but because, sooner or later, someone was bound to recall that cod--dried, salted, stacked like cordwood, and eventually lye-soaked and diluted and reconstituted; a gelatinous mass called "lutefisk", savored by those emmigrant Norwegians who entirely lack taste buds--is part of the cod-story. No, I am a laks!
What do you think? "Should we accept this story as good fish?", that is to say, "as genuine?" (I am citing an earlier posting: "Skal vi ta denne fortellingen for god fisk?")
"A bit of a discipline problem! You are an active little fish which splashes around. You are very sociable and make friends easily. For the most part, you don't eat so much, but you manage to stuff yourself now and then, too."
That last line was so accurate that I almost imagined that I had been caught shirtless. That Sagittarius business has never made sense to me. Scandinavians aren't archers! But fish is fish! In my case, old fish.
To tell the truth, I was relieved to discover that I was not a cod, even though cod is a superb fish, but because, sooner or later, someone was bound to recall that cod--dried, salted, stacked like cordwood, and eventually lye-soaked and diluted and reconstituted; a gelatinous mass called "lutefisk", savored by those emmigrant Norwegians who entirely lack taste buds--is part of the cod-story. No, I am a laks!
What do you think? "Should we accept this story as good fish?", that is to say, "as genuine?" (I am citing an earlier posting: "Skal vi ta denne fortellingen for god fisk?")
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