Anonymous Genius

On one hand, there is a well-known sketch from an acclaimed artist in The Nether­lands, whose works have inspired a Pulitzer Prize-win­ning book, and have mes­mer­ized the pub­lic and schol­ars for decades.

On the oth­er hand, is some­thing scrib­bled on the wall of a dirty toi­let some­where in the UK, by some­one anony­mous, pos­si­bly drunk or on an LSD trip.

What can they pos­si­bly have in com­mon? I’ve actu­al­ly post­ed these two sep­a­rate­ly and inde­pen­dent­ly before. Let’s see how they go togeth­er:

I wish I were the way I was, when I wished I were the way I am.

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  • Mahen­dra,
    Serves you right for post­ing some­thing so intel­lec­tu­al that even I (who can talk on any sub­ject under the sun with max­i­mum con­fi­dence and min­i­mum cred­i­bil­i­ty) have no com­ment to make!
    🙂

  • Aaaah…I, the com­ment box, am sens­ing some­body, named Krish Ashok, typ­ing a com­ment in me, and he is typ­ing “Aaaah…I, the com­ment box, am sens­ing some­body, named Krish Ashok, typ­ing a com­ment in me, and he is typ­ing..” crash..boom.bang..kaput

  • How can I ever thank the blog­sphere for con­nect­ing me to such genius­es?!

    Krish Ashok is just inim­itably being, well, Krish Ashok. :-). Ram­bodoc hav­ing no com­ment to make is quite shame­ful on my part.

    But, you’ll didn’t say, how do the two go togeth­er? Is it just my dement­ed unqui­et mind that sees sim­i­lar­i­ties in such dis­parate human cre­ations?