Steve just called me from work to ask a question on behalf of one of his patients. She wanted to know which book Anne Shirley got married in. I, of course, had the answer to that. I could also answer which book she got engaged during and generally spouted my Anne knowledge to show off a bit. (I named a daughter Marilla, who was not named after MarillaCuthbert, but rather Anne's daughter Marilla who doesn't appear until book 6. I know a bit about the subject.)
"that's just scary," he responded.
"Oh really? What Styx album had "Lady" on it?"
"ummmmmmm . . . ."
"I'm not buying it. You know. Who sang lead? What year was it released?"
"1975 . . . But it's not the same."
It's exactly the same. We're all scary about our passions.