It’s strange to think of pâté. Personally, I’ve never tried the stuff and really don’t want too.
When I was growing up my mom let my sister have a pet duck. His name was Peepers. I always thought it strange to have a pet duck but we did. He was a cute little thing.
When I think of pâté I think of him. I just couldn’t think about doing it. Eating Peepers, uh, no.
When I read what Ms. Abercrombie wrote it was more like she was comparing someone who proclaims to write but does everything else besides writing as the duck and the person who actually sits down to write as the pâté. So in that sense I most certainly want to be the pâté. I’ll just make sure I keep good ol’ Peepers out of mind.