‘The time has come,’ the Walrus said,
‘To talk of many things:
Of shoes—and ships—and sealing-wax—
Of cabbages—and kings—
And why the sea is boiling hot—
And whether pigs have wings.’1
Do you have this feeling, too, sometimes?
You’re on a meeting, and—much like the walrus—feels as if people are talking about all kinds of…things…
You can’t make much sense of what’s going on…
Attendees are like2-- -
‘But wait a bit,’ the Oysters cried,
‘Before we have our chat;
For some of us are out of breath,
And all of us are fat!’
‘No hurry!’ said the Carpenter.
They thanked him much for that.
…and you are the organizer…😨
2
Ibid.