In a high school English class once, my teacher had given a fascinating lecture on the various types of nouns, and assigned for homework a worksheet with a series of Mad-Libs style phrases where you had to insert the right kind of noun.
For example, “[Proper noun] threw the [concrete noun] with great [abstract noun].”
And you’d have to fill in something like “Bob threw the ball with great dexterity.” So, not even as fun as Mad Libs.
The last exercise in the set was, “[Abstract noun] is the [abstract noun] of [abstract noun].”
So I thought for about three nanoseconds and wrote down an answer.
The next day, we engaged in the harrowing schoolroom activity of going around the classroom so each student could read one of their answers aloud. The last question fell to me, so I looked at my paper and read my answer: “Courage is the foundation of honor.”
My teacher was completely taken aback, and quickly declared this to be the most brilliant and amazing answer to any grammar exercise in the history of man. He spent much of the rest of the period interrogating me as to how I came up with this.
“Uh, I just thought of it?”
“Who inspired your line of thinking in this case?”
“I dunno, sounds like something a Klingon would say, I guess.”
After school, I was walking back towards the dorm and saw my English teacher, who ran into another teacher of mine and started regaling him with tales of my brilliance, and how my unique perspective was influenced by the great Klingon philosophers…
The whole episode struck me as rather bizarre.