Sunday Quotation without Comment

“If young Bingo has a fault, it is that, when in the society of a sandwich, he is apt to get a bit rough. I’ve picnicked with him before, many a time and oft, and his method of approach to the ordinary tongue or ham sandwich rather resembles that of the lion, the king of beasts, tucking into an antelope.”

— from “Jeeves and the Old School Chum” by P.G. Wodehouse


On Pickles

A reader has written in, in response to my speculative piece on proper sandwich appreciation, to inquire about pickles—in particular pickles in relationship to sandwiches. It’s a fair question.

Here’s my answer:

Pickles in, or within a five yard radius of, a sandwich constitute a component of said sandwich, and their appreciation is subsumed by appreciation of the sandwich.

This is not to say I cannot amass considerable, even unwarranted, enthusiasm for pickles all on their lonesome—what Sartre, in a stunning passage elided from L’Être et le néant, referred to as pickles-in-themselves. In fact, in a move that often tickles me with its soft absurdity, I frequently purchase pickles pre-cut for sandwiches (pickle slices), and eat them on their own, with nary a sandwich in sight!


On the Proper Appreciation of the Sandwich

From the New Enthusiast FAQ:

Q: What is the proper appreciation of a sandwich?

A: When it comes to sandwich appreciation, there is no correct procedure. In this life, one must locate and cultivate one’s own jollies. If I were to do something totally nuts and generalize all sandwich appreciation, I would say it begins with direct contemplation of the “is-ness” of the sandwich: a realization that the sandwich is, and that which surrounds the sandwich is not sandwich. In a more elevated contemplation, one might be tempted to say that all is sandwich, and that that which is not sandwich simply does not register. Such non-dual awareness of sandwich, or oneness with sandwich, is an advanced state of attainment, but too often misses the point, which is lunch. So I say to the budding sandwich enthusiast: divide the world in two parts—that which is sandwich, and that which isn’t. Then do something about it.


Ecce Sandwich!

Among my greater talents is the ability to will a sandwich into existence. Sometimes, at work, I find myself hungry and craving that most wondrous creation: the sandwich. Not a half hour later, I’ll be passing down the hallway and espy, in a conference room, a plate of sandwiches! Not just one—a catered platter with assorted breads and variety of sandwich meats.

Ecce Sandwich!


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