I suddenly saw that your question has something to do with what I was saying to Sunil in his later post. Perhaps this is the key to his desire to evaluate art that will stand the test of time — whether the artist can reach us in spite of or within the context of our imprintings.

finally it dawned on me what Corsica reminds me of.

Are you sure that’s not slimax maximus?

In that case there could be a jurisdictional dispute between France and Spain should things blow too far. Now I’m off to Google the coast of Maine.

the Giant Garden Slug, Limax maximus.

Corsica’s shape makes me feel that wind and waves are blowing it westwards.

Limax you say?

Just finished Google mapping the coast of Corsica. It was O.K., but not as exciting as the 30,000 island area of eastern Georgia Bay. That’s amazing.

In term of emotional events triggering learning, my favorite example is Allen Gelperin’s classical finding that taking one bite out of a potato laced with quinine will forever make Limax selectively shun potatoes, one of its favorite foods.

Steve,

Walking my dog along the dike as a child (my assigned daily task), I only experienced sunshine during the short summer months. The long fall, winter and spring at the Northern latitude where I grew up were overcast. While having experienced mostly ‘shades of grey’, I remember the rarer sunny days (on which I prayed to the Egyptian sun gods) more vividly. Thus, both sunny and grey coast lines were the nature of my childhood.

The wise one will advise you not to break up with somebody in your favorite restaurant.