An idea is like a cold germ: sooner or later someone always catches it.

“Although neither the Freudians nor the Jungians come right out and say it, they…”

“So what he supposed to do? Grab Bobbie's ax and make like Jack Nicholson in The…”

“Overhead was a sky blacker than jewlers' velvet, and a billion stars screamed d…”

“Bool! The end.”