Strindberg and Helium
And I thought I was depressed!
Señor Strindberg, along with his spiritual cousin, Franz Kafka, share the trophy in that event.
You're about to be whisked away to the laugh-filled world of A. Strindberg.
Regardless of how down -- or up -- you are
(within reason, of course; consult your mental heath care provider)
you will laugh.
Orson Welles/Mrs Buckley
TV commercials for Mrs. Buckley's frozen foods, in England, circa 1970. I first heard it, courtesy of recording engineer Frank Wolfe,
in the early 70s. It had been circulating in "engineer circles," probably since the recording engineer on the "sessions" bootlegged a tape.
It is, in my opinion (and the opinions of many others), one of the great Human Documents of the 20th century.
It should be played as a postscript to Citizen Cain in Art-House theaters as patrons file out during the credits.
(It no doubt has been, somewhere, in the last 40+ years.)
I suppose you should listen to the audio first, then read the transcript. Or listen and read along. Or just listen ... but not while drinking milk.
Bear in mind, though, that this was not a joke or a comedy record being recorded.