Against the Octopus

I m no longer having it. Or rather, I should say that in the past few years I ve been having it every way I can: raw on sushi rice, braised with black olives, grilled with garlic and a pinch of Spanish paprika, etc. You see, as the cult of octopus intelligence has taken on adherents, I ve begun to have my doubts. A slimy, brainy, eight-armed sea snail has been rebranded, uncritically and all at once, as the soulful genius of the ocean. But are Inky, Otto, and their ilk really what they seem or could it be that we re the suckers in this story?

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I say eat them. But leave the dogs alone.