When Constantine Maroulis committed hara kiri at the end of JEKYLL & HYDE I (and a few others in the audience) couldn't hold back our snickering any longer. Good lord what a ridiculous mess.
Words don't deserve that kind of malarkey. They're innocent, neutral, precise, standing for this, describing that, meaning the other, so if you look after them you can build bridges across incomprehension and chaos. But when they get their corners knocked off, they're no good anymore…I don't think writers are sacred, but words are. They deserve respect. If you get the right ones in the right order, you can nudge the world a little.