"Behold, my revelation: I stand at the door in the morning, and lo, there is a newspaper, in sight like unto an emerald. And holy, holy, holy is the coffee, which was, and is, and is to come. And hark, I hear the voice of an angel round about the radio, saying, 'Since my baby left me I found a new place to dwell.' And lo, after this I beheld a great multitude, which no man could number, of shoes... The heavens will open, and out will cometh a rain fragrant as myrrh and yea, I have an umbrella." -Sarah Vowell, Take the Cannoli