On the last day of summer, ten hours before Fall, my grandfather took me out to the wall. For a while he stood silent. Then finally he said, with a very sad shake of his very old head, "As you know, on this side of the Wall we are Yooks. On the far other side of this Wall live the Zooks." Then my grandfather said, "It's high time that you knew of the terribly horrible thing that Zooks do. In every Zook house and in every Zook town every Zook eats his bread with the butter side down!" "But we Yooks, as you know, when we breakfast or sup, spread our bread," Grandpa said, "with the butter side up." - Theodore Seuss Geisel (born: 2 March 1904)











