Whenever I listen to But, Mr. Adams and it gets to line “I can romp through Cupid’s Grove with great agility” I always picture something like this, which is disturbing. John Adams romping is disturbing.
so there’s a book in the madeline series called “madeline says merci” and I just misread that as “madeline sans merci”
In an old house in Paris that was covered with vines Lived twelve little girls in two straight lines The smallest one was Madeline. Full beautiful—a faery’s child, Her hair was long, her foot was light, And her eyes were wild.
If anyone ever accuses you of doing something “for attention,” simply gaze heroically into the middle distance and murmur, “like Lord Byron before me.”
Sometimes when I’m down, I remember that scene at a convention when Leonard Nimoy and De Kelley are reading fanfiction to the audience, and they pause at a scene to remember the destroyed Enterprise and place their hands over their hearts
and De does a double-take, skips over to Nimoy, and fixes his hand so it’s on his lower ribcage, where the vulcan heart actually is, and then goes back to his spot and remarks something like “I should know I’m his doctor” and continues on.
A Pretty Taste for Paradox 