The Stephen King ride: You fasten the seat belt, start off great, then it gets terrifying, then it runs out of steam you spend the second half of the ride just kind of riding around aimlessly before the car just sort of stops nowhere in particular.
There’s a new Anne Rice ride there as well. Actually it’s not new: it’s the exact same as the last 8 Anne Rice rides but they’ve changed the name and the cover art.
James McNeill Whistler came up with a bon mot (now lost to history) that particularly tickled Oscar Wilde, who admitted, “I wish I’d said that!”
“You will, Oscar,” Whistler replied. “You will.”
The poet Keats lay on his bed
Sad, penniless, and nearly dead.
When suddenly on his window sill
A nightingale appeared with a ten dollar bill.
“Keats”, the bird chirped in a gentle tone.
“Remember this is just a loan.”
And so Keats, though wan and pale,
Wrote of what he owed to a nightingale.
Rene Descartes walks is sitting in a bar, drinking a beer. When he finishes, the bartender asks if he’d like another. Descartes says “I don’t think” and immediately disappears.
There are two novels that can change a bookish fourteen-year old’s life: The Lord of the Rings and Atlas Shrugged. One is a childish fantasy that often engenders a lifelong obsession with its unbelievable heroes, leading to an emotionally stunted, socially crippled adulthood, unable to deal with the real world. The other, of course, involves Orcs.