Paging Mr. Adams, Mr. Douglas Adams, we’ve found where Golgafrincham Ark B came down…
(seriously, though, this doesn’t surprise me at all; humans are the dolphins of the land- if it looks sort of like us and it acts sort of like us and we’re not in the mood to beat it up over it eating the same thing as us, you can start the countdown to getting jiggy with it pretty reliably)
We’re up in the Pleistocene, We’re up acquiring some genes, We’re up—you know what that means. We’re up all night to get lucky.
No matter what anybody tells you, words and ideas can change the world.
We don’t read and write poetry because it’s cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. And the human race is filled with passion. And medicine, law, business, engineering, these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life. But poetry, beauty, romance, love, these are what we stay alive for.