Okay, Last one. Harrogate promises. That is unless he puts another one on.
This one's been around almost since the beginning. What is funniest about it is the Sophoclean moment at the end when the sheet comes down and his drunken buddies eloquently assume the traditional role of the Greek Chorus, even as he works himself into such a frenzy that he momentarily loses the ability to breathe. This, folks, is the epiphany of the absurd.
Actually, it's exactly what Northrop Frye was talking about in Anatomy of Criticism--that strange, liminal space where narrative simultaneously manifests utter Irony and sublime Myth.
Enjoy, Readers. Enjoy.
1 comment:
I just heard on the radio this afternoon that Chris Crocker has signed a deal to star in his own reality show. True.
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