In my long and somewhat undistinguished life so far, only three times I have been called “a f#cking moron” because of my tastes (or lack thereof) in matters of music and literature. And before you ask, yes, I have a very long memory for certain things.

• The first time was when I candidly admitted that I’d rather listen to J.S. Bach than to W.A. Mozart.
• The second time was when I expressed my preference for Jefferson Airplane over Pink Floyd.
• The third time was when I said I had actually liked The Sword of Shannara.

And this being Karavansara, you will guess what I am going to talk about next.

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