True wit is nature to advantage dressed,
What oft was thought, but ne'er so well expressed,
Something, whose truth convinced at sight we find,
That gives us back the notion of the mind.
( Alexander Pope, "An Essay On Criticism" [1711] part 2, lines 297-300)

And wasn't it Shaw (it was always Shaw, Wilde, or Dorothy Parker) who said that the difference between nonfiction and novels was that anyone could read their own biography and think "ah, my secret is safe" while Anna Karenina would read Anna Karenina and burst out crying, "How did he know? How did he know?"

Not that this has anything to do with the video which follows, a version of Sleepless in Seattle recut as a horror movie, and not that I have recognized anything, ever. So stop looking at me like that.

And I'm not defensive, either.

Stolen heartlessly from the Ireneo's Memory blog.