I just finished the last story (Jack) today; I've been forcing myself to space out the experience more than I usually would (I tend to devour books), to prolong the pleasure. I read it all in order, like the nice well-raised boy that I am.

I loved 'em all. Lovely variety and contrast from one to the next. I will venture to say that, although I enjoyed "French Asparagus" as much as the others, I'm worried that I didn't get everything in it. Is there an unspoken undertone that I'm somehow missing? I'm nervous about possibly having missed the significance of asparagus here.