This is not really apropos, but it does remind me of a story. One of my best friends from high school went to Emory. When Kurt Vonnegut gave a lecture there, all the earnest young kids (there are a few at Emory, mostly in hiding) asked Vonnegut to sign their books for them. They all lined up with copies of Slaughterhouse Five, Breakfast of Champions etc. Except for one guy. My firend’s fraternity brother waited on line to get his copy of “Back To School” with Rodney Dangerfield signed. People who’ve seen this classic of American cinema know why that’s funny.