An electric elk called Simon.
Scen ur avsnitt 24, Monty Python's the flying circus, 1970:
Art Critic: Some people have made the mistake of seeing Shunt's work as a load of rubbish about railway timetables, but clever people like me, who talk loudly in restaurants, see this as a deliberate ambiguity, a plea for understanding in a mechanized world. The points are frozen, the beast is dead. What is the difference? What indeed is the point? The point is frozen, the beast is late out of Paddington. The point is taken. If La Fontaine's elk would spurn Tom Jones the engine must be our head, the dining car our oesophagus, the guard's van our left lung, the cattle truck our shins, the first-class compartment the piece of skin at the nape of the neck and the level crossing an electric elk called Simon. The clarity is devastating. But where is the ambiguity? It's over there in a box. Shunt is saying the 8.15 from Gillingham when in reality he means the 8.13 from Gillingham. The train is the same only the time is altered. Ecce homo, ergo elk. La Fontaine knew his sister and knew her bloody well. The point is taken, the beast is moulting, the fluff gets up your nose. The illusion is complete; it is reality, the reality is illusion and the ambiguity is the only truth. But is the truth, as Hitchcock observes, in the box? No there isn't room, the ambiguity has put on weight. The point is taken, the elk is dead, the beast stops at Swindon, Chabrol stops at nothing, I'm having treatment and La Fontaine can get knotted.
Härm...uggla?
FoHl ritar NORMALA saker.
Fia tycker om Joel.
Waow.
Vem kan inte må prima efter att ha spelat sims i 6 och en halv timme liksom?
PS. Det här är mitt 555:e inlägg. Spännande.
Attans.
Ursäkta att jag ser så efterbliven ut. Jag är trött (och efterbliven).
Det är helt underbart roligt att vara sjuk när man är ledig. Jag hoppas att jag blir frisk typ nu. Annars missar jag tjejmiddag med bästisar och sånt tufft, roadtrip och äventyr till Ullared och mys med pojkvän (som jag redan fått flytta från idag till söndag). Attans!