Pusillanimous Pissants !

A gentleman called today looking for a book. He had seen an overage, overweight, overwomaned actor on a television show hosted by three women who lack only brains, taste, and a cauldron to be Shakespeare creations.
When OOOA was asked what he had done to overcome the tribulations of his pitiful existence - although the question was couched in the vernacular - his response was that his reading of a particular book carried the day for him. The book ?
Been Down So Long It Looks Like Up to Me by Richard Farina, who is quite appropriately named.  The potential customer couldn't find a copy in the Valley. He also sounded like a mature individual. I asked him if he knew anything about the book, to which he responded: "Well, OOOA said it was good."  I reached orbit in 7 seconds flat ! After denigrating the mental abilities of all involved in the television program, I read to him a precis of the book:
"Farina evokes the Sixties as precisely, wittily, and poignantly as F. Scott Fitzgerald captured the Jazz Age. The hero, Gnossus Pappadopoulis, weaves his way through the psychedelic landscape, encountering among other things mescaline, women, art, gluttony, falsehood, science, prayer, and, occasionally, truth."

 The response: "Thank you very much, sir. You're right, they're all imbeciles. I don't want to read that book."

My response: "I told you so !"
Mutual laughter ensued.