I love this. Several years ago I was in a car accident – had a concussion, badly swollen face, two black eyes. It was a few weeks before Halloween and I was really looking forward to opening the door with a face scarier than my usual one.
Sadly these enhancements resolved too soon and I had to rely on the face nature gave me to frighten children.
This is a variation of a joke used on Rowan & Martin’s Laugh-In in 1970, and it was probably an old joke even then. I don’t know what’s stranger – that I remember watching it, or that I could find the script online.
- [Door] Who was the 13th president of the United States?- Dear, would you answer the door?- Millard Fillmore.
Screwtape explaining how the Devil wants mortals to think of ownership:
“We produce this sense of ownership not only by pride but by confusion. We teach them not to notice the different senses of the possessive pronoun—the finely graded differences that run from “my boots” through “my dog”, “my servant”, “my wife”, “my father”, “my master” and “my country”, to “my God”. They can be taught to reduce all these senses to that of “my boots”, the “my” of ownership. Even in the nursery a child can be taught to mean by “my Teddy-bear” not the old imagined recipient of affection to whom it stands in a special relation (for that is what the Enemy will teach them to mean if we are not careful) but “the bear I can pull to pieces if I like”. And at the other end of the scale, we have taught men to say “My God” in a sense not really very different from “My boots”, meaning “The God on whom I have a claim for my distinguished services and whom I exploit from the pulpit—the God I have done a corner in”.
He must have drawn this one months in advance, or Janis changed her hair. color back.