He started losing me when he said that the word the came from theos (I called bull—-, looked it up in his convenient dictionary, proved that it was Anglo Saxon, showed it to him – at which point he shrugged and kept talking – on the same point, without realizing I had just destroyed his argument) but I didn’t say Cheque Please until he told me I was a poor lamb for believing humans ever walked on the moon. He also purported to be enlightened and that he would show me everything; of course anything I said fed into his, uh, schema. It was a tour de force, and since he was essentially harmless – it was obvious from his body language that he couldn’t hurt a fly – I let him run on until the second time he started repeating myself. Finding myself lonely for intelligent conversation I went home and called some friends.
And for my next trick, I will include the word ’empirical’ in any future personal ads.
And now I can’t get “The Eagle has Landed” out of my head. Murphy bless the big and little filkers.