Janet's post today is just so funny - and for some reason,it reminded me of this :
When I took a writing class in 1968, one of the assignments was to explicate "The road of excess leads to the palace of wisdom." I wrote a pretty little tale about a little boy whose balloon is destroyed by the glowing end of a cigarette.
(My professor called me into his office and asked what the [expletive deleted] a balloon had to do with William Blake. I don't think I offered a satisfactory answer.)
Today, I'd write about two women in my town who resolve to trim their excessive food habits. They drive to Weight Watchers only to discover ... that its next door neighbor is Coldstone Creamery. Do they resist, and enter the palace of wisdom? And if so, is it decorated with fuzzy dice?
(Is this better, Professor [expletive deleted]?)