|"Oysters" by Edouard Manet, 1862|
I opened no more shells for Kitty, for she managed them herself. 'Look at this one!' she said, when she had handled half-a-dozen or so. 'What a brute he is!' Then she looked more closely at it. 'Is it a he? I suppose they all must be, since they all have beards?'
Father shook his head, chewing. 'Not at all, Miss Butler, not at all. Don't let the beards mislead you. For the oyster, you see, is what might call a real queer fish -- now a he, now a she, as quite takes its fancy. A regular morphodite, in fact! (p. 49)I love oysters.