In his college days, Einstein had a psychedelic dream about hobbits being struck by lightning. He awoke and proclaimed to the world this discovery – of the Frodo-electric effect.
Japanese poetry is dirty. Especially when my girlfriend haikus up her skirt.
A lynch mob chased after a flatulent Thomas Hardy, an incident which inspired his great novel, Fart From the Madding Crowd.
I’m having a Lord of the Rings dinner party! We’re having Hamwise-Sandwichees, with a side of Frodo salad, followed by frog Legolas and Aragorn on the cob. Dessert will be a bowl of mango Saruman and a vodka Gimli.
How did Ayn Rand describe her husband when he traded his fedora for a toupee?
The voyage of an alcoholic, aka Goo-Liver’s Travels.
The dyslexic Classicist thought Homer’s OCD was a mess.
George Eliot‘s parents knew she would be a novelist. Because as a child, she was a tomeboy.
NED: I refuse to write poetry about pigs’ knees.
ED: Why’s that?
NED: It’s against my religion. I don’t do pigs’ knees. Is that controversial?
ED: Well, you sure have a hardline stanza on a boar shin!