It’s threatening to rain on my parade. To bring down the Big Top without the aid of elephants. To turn John Henry’s hammer radioactive. To erase all the gingerbread crumbs in the forest.
Well, things could be worse. Aunt Rose could still come for Christmas. Reruns could disappear from TV. The loaves could refuse to multiply and water could hold its ground against miracles. Watanka could sign a contract with Disneyland.
It was D.F. Wallace who recognized that almost all modern literature contains references to commercial product. They declared him a genius and then he hanged himself with rope made by North Face.