Folks, There must be a finite (if vanishingly-small) chance of my wandering down to my local pub or bar, and coming upon an elk that can ski, play the piano and speak--in four languages. Any guesses at how to calculate these odds?
(Aw, c'mon, let's try our hand at some levity! 8-)
Madness is not quietly believing you're Napoleon; it is demonstrating it, slipping your hand inside your jacket and striking a military pose... -- Paul Theroux, 'Saint Jack'