It’s a Mad Mad Mad Mad Mad Mad World

I had this dream the other day that, in the face of dire and wide-spread gas shortages, a man somewhere in the midwest began artificially breeding millions of electric eels, which he then used — after much initial skepticism and resistance — to power our machines. The first words of his triumphant Nobel Prize acceptance speech, the last words I heard before waking up: “They all thought I was mad…”

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