Someone’s sure to tell us, aren’t they?
Who might tell us?
Those In The Know, right?
Don’t you think that sounds like one of those deals where you ask, and the person says, “I could tell you, but then I’d have to kill you”? We wouldn’t want that, would we?
What you mean ‘we’, Kimo Sabe?
Oh, so is that how it is?
Same as it ever was?
How did I get here?
Do you maybe need to get back to where you once belonged?
Maybe I should have known better?
Didn’t you have a map?
Do you think that’s why I still haven’t found what I’m looking for?
Where do butterflies go when it rains?
Who goes around and tucks in the trains?
Why does a teddy bear like to sleep?
Why do we all make promises that we can’t keep?
That snippet doesn’t come from the song “I still haven’t found what I’m looking for” does it?
Did you try Googling it?
Why must we lean on Google as a crutch so heavily?
Is there another search engine you favor? Or shall we all pop down to our local libraries?
Can we use the bookmobile, or should we go to the actual library?
Do you really think the bookmobile will have the selection we need?
This is a pretty discriminating crowd of hyperliterate folk, ain’t it?