So I’m reading last night–The Stepford Wives, the latest in a series of light reading endeavors–and I get to the climax of the novel, and I think to myself, “Damn! That’s a lot more interesting and poetic than that nearly unwatchable movie with Tina Louise and whatserpuss. Someone should put together a remake…”
And that’s how dizzy I’m getting in my dotage.
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