Well, it always was, I suspect, in that the place in crawling with rats, ducks and other vermin, not to mention the occasional terrapin and hardy perennial algal bloom. However, as of this morning, had W. C. Fields accompanied Morphy and me on our pescatorial perambulation, I feel quite certain that he would have been horrified at what the carp were up to. Huge fish, backs as big as pigs, thrashing around in what little shallow water they could find in their attempts at reproduction.
