"There was a great abundance and variety of tropical fruits, but the dorian was never in evidence. It was never the season for the dorian. It was always going to arrive from Burma sometime or other, but it never did. By all accounts it was a most strange fruit, and incomparably delicious to the taste, but not to the smell. Its rind was said to exude a stench of so atrocious a nature that when a dorian was in the room even the presence of a polecat was a refreshment. We found many who had eaten the dorian, and they all spoke of it with a sort of rapture. They said that if you could hold your nose until the fruit was in your mouth a sacred joy would suffuse you from head to foot that would make you oblivious to the smell of the rind, but that if your grip slipped and you caught the smell of the rind before the fruit was in your mouth, you would faint. There is a fortune in that rind. Some day somebody will import it into Europe and sell it for cheese."
--Mark Twain, American Writer 1835-1910; "Following The Equator"
Sidenote: in Bangkok it is forbidden to bring Durian fruit onto the subway.
"When at last terror had scattered everything before him, he entered a cottage which was abandoned by its inhabitants, and there found that which served for food. His long fast had caused him to feel the most ravenous hunger.
Seizing whatever he found that was eatable, whether roots, acorns, or
bread, raw meat or cooked, he gorged it indiscriminately.
Issuing thence again, the frantic Orlando gave chase to whatever
living thing he saw, whether men or animals. Sometimes he pursued the
deer and hind, sometimes he attacked bears and wolves, and with his
naked hands killed and tore them, and devoured their flesh."
--Thomas Bulfinch (1796–1867). Age of Fable: Vol. IV: Legends of Charlemagne. 1913.
Painting: Orlando and the Damsel, 1793, by Benjamin West, American Painter 1738-1820.
There were three sailors of Bristol city Who took a boat and went to sea. But first with beef and captain’s biscuits And pickled pork they loaded she. There was gorging Jack and guzzling Jimmy, And the youngest he was little Billee. Now when they got as far as the Equator They’d nothing left but one split pea. --Little Billee by W. M. Thackeray (1811-1863), Anglo-Indian author
"We each must become like fishermen, and go out onto the dark ocean of
mind, and let your nets down into that sea. And what you're after is not some behemoth that will tear through your
nets, foul them, and drag you and your little boat into the abyss. Nor are
what we looking for a bunch of sardines, that can slip through your net
and disappear, ideas like 'have you ever noticed that your little finger
exactly fits your nostril' and stuff like that.
"What we are looking for are middle-sized ideas that are not so small that
they are trivial, and not so large that they are incomprehensible, but
middle-sized ideas that we can wrestle into our boat and take back to the
folks on shore, and have fish dinner."
--Terence McKenna, American psychonaut, writer, philosopher, botanist, 1946-2000