All models are wrong. Some are useful.
We’re finally watching Rome. —At some point during the second episode, I say something like, “So it’s Artoo and Threepio.”
And then a little later, the Spouse says, “I’m still trying to deal with the idea of Threepio as a whoremonger and Artoo as a stolid family man.”
I frowned. “No, wait,” I said. “Threepio’s the uptight prig, right? Artoo was the id-guy.” The collapse and reversal shorted something in my brain. I grinned. “So, like, Molly’s Threepio, right?”
—Maybe you had to be there.
