Life imitates Seinfeld imitates art
Or something like that anyway. From Seinfeld episode 135, The Foundation:
George: What were you saying to the Rosses over there, anyway?
Jerry: Oh, I don’t know. I told them her death takes place in the shadow of new life. She’s not really dead if we find a way to remember her.
George: What is that?
Jerry: Star Trek II.
George: Wrath of Khan!
Jerry: Right. Kramer and I saw it last night. Spock dies, they wrap him up in a towel, and they shoot him out the bowel of the ship in that big sunglasses case.
George: That was a hell of a thing when Spock died…
Jerry: Yeah…
Rush Limbaugh, June 7, 2004:
Ronald Reagan lives on in my heart, as he will live on in all of your hearts as well. I never met him, but it wasn’t necessary to have met him in order to love him, which I do.
:retch:
Huh that’s a bit less treacle than I thought pill poppin’ stay puff pig boy would spew about Raygun.
Funny, that with all that love, he couldn’t bring himself to vote for him.
You forgot the best part of that Seinfeld exchange. The very next line is Jerry saying, “Well, it really was the best of those movies.”
Raygun doesn’t live in my heart — in my colon, maybe.
An earlier reference is on a complex in Rouen, France, on the spot where Joan of Arc was burned at the stake. In 1964 Andre Malraux dedicated the spot with words that are still inscribed in the marketplace wall: “Jean d’Arc, sans sepulcre et sans portrait, toi qui savais que le tombeau des heros est le Coeur de vivants.” (“Joan of arc, without tomb and without portrait, you who knew that the grave of heroes is the heart of the living.”) The spot is now a hang out for teenagers and vagrants. Mary Gordon. JOAN OF ARC: A PENGUIN LIFE. (New York, 2000): xv-xvi