Okay, so last night was the season finale of House for this year. It ended rather ambiguously if you ask me: I say it was another hallucination, setting up a big opening and new story arc for next season. But what the heck. At the moment, I'm wondering if there is a super-double-secret esoteric message somewhere we've all missed.
Bear with me here. So I'm reading the galleys to Peter Beinart's forthcoming book, The Icarus Syndrome
, and I came across this opening sentence for an early chapter: "Woodrow Wilson had very few friends, and that bothered him." But the supremely arrogant Wilson did have one friend and confidante--a guy named House. Hmmm. Sounds like the reverse of the TV show: the supremely arrogant Dr. House has one friend and confidante: Wilson.
Coincidence, like Lincoln having a secretary named Kennedy, and Kennedy having a secretary named Lincoln? I. Think. Not.
(Steve--step awwaaaay from the scotch bottle, and start double-checking those mushrooms you're putting on your salad
--Ed. Shut up. You're no fun. This is the kind of slim reed Paul Cantor could turn into a book
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