You’ll start with a terrific love, and later replace it with a merely serviceable love, but cheaper. There was no plesiosaur but there was a kronosaur.   When you swim the central channel your stellate ganglion remembers its jaws and the alarm shocks down the mantle. Now you know what it’s like to be prey.   Up ashore there are rote chants on oak pews. Teach us, good Lord, to serve thee as thou deservest To give and not to count the cost To fight and not to heed the wounds To toil and not to seek for rest To labor and not to ask for any reward save that in knowing that we do thy will   Tough syntax for a cephalopod. You…