Choosing There is a weevil climbing on my computer. I am frantically writing a review of Tang Da Wu's exhibition at VWFA for a princely sum of RM250. Us courtiers must sing for our supper, whatever the song. The weevil is cheerful and humbling in a strange sort of way, reminds me of a joke from one of Patrick O'Brian's books, which I will share here - all you non-Navy worshippers be damned! (you know who you are).

Two weevils crept from the crumbs. 'You see those weevils, Stephen?' said Jack solemnly.

'I do.'

'Which would you choose?'

'There is not a scrap of difference. Arcades ambo. They are the same species of curculio, and there is nothing to choose between them.'

'But suppose you had to choose?'

'Then I should choose the right-hand weevil; it has a perceptible advantage in both length and breadth.'

'There I have you,' cried Jack. 'You are bit - you are completely dished. Don't you know that in the Navy you must always choose the lesser of two weevils? Oh ha, ha, ha, ha!'  ¶ 3:23 PM