a literary memory.

When I was about thirteen, I was in a bookstore, and decided I needed to find a new way of picking out books since I had a limited amount of literary taste at thirteen [considering I never did dig popular fiction, but I'd made it through most of the Dickens collection already]. I proceeded to pick out a novel by deciding which author's name sounded the most bitchin [not that I used that word at the time - I limited my language to what could be said in a PG13 film, which was a lot more tame back in those days.] I picked a book by Somerset Maugham: The Razor's Edge, in fact. I don't think I ever read it, but it's got to be in a cardboard box somewhere [the travesty of my life - One of the greatest dreams I look forward to living out in the near future is having my own bookshelves on which to put all my books].

I am now in a generic Thesis course on American culture from 1920-1940. If we were concentrating on the British, I might have finally read that damn book.

But it still stands: One of my favourite Family Guy moments, because we all have them, is when Peter hopes it's not 'Mom' and says under his breath "Please be Somerset Maugham, please be Somerset Maugham. Damn!"

Hilarious.