Leela: Didn't you have ads in the 21st century?"
Fry: Well sure, but not in our dreams. Only on TV and radio, and in magazines, and movies, and at ball games... and on buses and milk cartons and t-shirts, and bananas and written on the sky. But not in dreams, no siree.
In my dreams, I too often find myself an echinoderm amongst molluscs: my radial symmetry – starkly misaligned with molluscan bilaterality, my calcareous covered skeleton ever discordant against the soft pink tinge of molluscan hydrostatic surfaces.
T’is indeed fortunate that you are betrayed by those molluscan attributes that I must not name, else I might never have dreamed of you blowing Boticellian like on the west wind, washing up on an oversized scallop shell, alighting onto a forested shore.
Seems Fry was wrong about ads in the 21st century – I find that my dreams are too easily captured by the way that steering wheel is firmly grasped in the Peugeot ad.
Marco Polo may well have mentioned scallops in 1280 as being one of the seafoods sold in the marketplace in Hangchow, China, but my dreams are more visceral - Coquille St. Jacques
Recent Comments