[“On Margate sands / I can connect / Nothing with nothing.” – The Waste Land]
A prize was offered for the next person, after T.S. Eliot, who could connect nothing with nothing.
I eagerly entered the contest and went about looking for two nothings to connect together. “Well,” a shopkeeper told me, “we have a nothing around here somewhere; over in that corner, I think. And there’s another one outside – I believe I saw it there the other day. – What kind of contest did you say you’re in? Some kind of scavenger hunt?”
I found the two nothings he’d mentioned, and bought them. Rushing to the Margate Sands contest office, I showed them my nothing and then my other nothing.
“What connects these two nothings?,” the official asked me.
“Nothing,” I said.
“Very good,” he said, “you win. And as the winner, your prize is … nothing!”