OK ... so, we're in Church, singing a number (from the always interesting Unitarian Universalist hymnal) "Every Night and Every Morn" which had a very familiar lyric: "Some are Born to sweet delight, Some are Born to Endless Night." (familiar to me from "End Of The Night" by the Doors). Struck by this, I look to see who the author was, and it said William Blake, the lyrics being adapted from his "Auguries of Innocence" (Blake, of course, has been an inpsiration for many before Jim Morrison, and many after). I find this interesting, and at the end of the hymn, I nudge The Wife and point at where it says "William Blake". To which she responds: "Who is William Blake?".
WHO IS WILLIAM BLAKE?????????
Now, I'll admit, that my day-to-day mental and verbal yakety-yak sounds a bit like a Dennis Miller rant ("Stop me before I sub-reference again!"), but the CONCEPT of a college educated (heck, with a Masters degree and all) 40-something gal like The Wife not KNOWING who William Blake is seems to be a cultural lacuna of abysmal proportions! Maybe this is a big problem with things around here ... we're living in whole different universes.