mistäs sitä tietää vaikka ammuskelupelistä pääsisi syvällisiinkin ihmisyyden sfääreihin ja tajunnanräjäyttäviin tieteellisiin visioihin.
Tai jos siitä saa rutosti rahaa. Tuleepa mieleen Stepan Pastisin juttu (Pearls before Swine):
Pastisin naapuri: This in my neighbor, Stepan. I hate him.
Every time we go to a bookstore, I hope that there will be none of his books.
But always there is a full shelf of his &#"% books.
Then that %&#* goes to the counter and says, "Hello, I am Stepan Pastis. Can I sign my books?"
Then he signs every one of his %&€# books and the cashier puts stickers on them: "Signed by the author."
I ask him, do they ever want to check his ID?
He says, no, never.
The next day I will go to the same bookstore and say: "Gimme a pen. I'm John %&€#&n Grisham."
Mitä tästä opimme? Kun olet Moebius, niin sää vain oot.
