“Some Gorillas in England Believe in Antidisestablishmentarianism“? What utter gobbledygook. I stared at the paper in disbelief, eating my banana. How could any gorilla think in such a way? I walked outside to behold the day, the red bricks on the wall, the yellow sun above us all; what a pretty day to be alive! I strove to forget the paper, the horrors of abandoning the establishment to which we conform, and started to my car. I hailed a running runner who ran right by, a runoff of sweat trailing behind him, and singed my fur on my car door.