The sun was shining on the sea

"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..."

"I must interrupt you there" said the carpenter, "for it is getting on and you have to go to work".

"But I haven't discussed why the sea is boiling hot, or whether pigs have wings yet" complained the Walrus.

Carpenter counters "it's not and they don't, end of conversation. Let's go."

And with that the Carpenter started off down the road towards his working domicile. The Walrus relented in his masculine desire to discuss only concrete facts and things and followed. Maybe Old Carpy would let him linger longer tomorrow morning...