HERE is nothing more beautiful than a dying mullet,’ sighed that great Roman Stoic, Seneca. ‘In the very struggle of its failing breath for life, first a red, then a pale tint suffuses it. And, between life and death, there is a gradation of colour into the more subtle shades.’ Now, beauty is all well and good, but to watch a fish, or any living creature, in its death throes for purely aesthetic kicks is downright deranged. The irony being, of course, that Seneca would soon know a thing or two
Drop-red gorgeous
Sep 13, 2023
3 minutes
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