| Well, what choice do the poor buggers have? They know that the answer is locked up in the earth and in caves and what-not, most of which we'll certainly never stumble across. So they have to concoct an explanation that fits the meagre evidence at hand.
And every time another far-fetched puzzle-piece is handed to them, they have to back-peddle like crazy.
Ah well, it keeps them off the streets.
"I wish I was as cocksure of anything as Tom Macaulay is of everything."
-- Viscount Melbourne |