In a dark study, Leonard Nimoy sits at a desk that has a skull, a book and three lit candles on it. Behind him is a bookshelf. A spotlight fades in on him. "Hello. I'm Leonard Nimoy. The following tale of alien encounters is true. And by true, I mean false. It's all lies. But they're entertaining lies. And in the end, isn't that the real truth? The answer ... is No." Funny. The moral here, of course, is that escapism is bad for you. |