had just formulated a theory that was sure to topple the foundations
of the West. I envisioned long clung-to paradigms melting like polar
ice caps under Greenhouse-Effected skies. I imagined the accolades and
laudations of my colleagues, the heralding of a new genius, even nomination
for a Nobel Prize.
had begun to record this immense idea of mine, but as the nib of my
pen descended upon my notebook, my reverie was shattered in the cruelest
Beneath my window, strains of "Turkey
in the Straw" looped endlessly through a tinny loudspeaker as an ice
cream truck crawled by. My train of thought disintegrated like a dry-rotten
beam. I scrambled to regain my alpha state. It was no use. I had become
a latter-day Coleridge, my grandest achievement annihilated just as
that poet's epic had been foiled by a person from Porlock.
Defeated and forlorn, I crumpled the paper,
threw down my pen, and gathered change for a sno-cone.