“Attack ships on fire off the shoulder of Orion. I watched c-beams glitter in the dark near the Tannhäuser Gate. Once, I even managed to fold a bed sheet so that it fit back into that little bag they come in. All those… moments… will be lost in time, like tears… in… rain.”
I mean, if the guy’s trying to impress on us how amazing his life has been, the sheet thing would be the one to wow me. I bought some today and damned if I can manage it.
Are you belittling Roy’s fantastic experiences with SHEETS? Now, driving through a shopping center parking lot on Black Friday without nearly getting into an accident–THAT I wouldn’t believe.
Grin! I got a new sheet for Xmas, and…you’re so right! No conceivable way!
I couldn’t even think of a use for the little fabric box/pouch it came in. It looks like it ought to be good for something, but what? Ended up throwing it away.
Well, Hauer did say that line extemporaneously… perhaps the miracle of folding a sheet back into its original bag didn’t come to mind as something within the realm of possibility.
If the damn thing didn’t come out of the pouch, I’d swear it couldn’t go in. I’ve got an IQ over 150 and I can bench press about twice that and I couldn’t come close to forcing even the flat sheet back into the case today. If it were a game called Batty’s Rectangle we’d get complaints it’s unsolvable.