We communicated with the extra-terrestrials in writing at first. When we failed to understand them, they wrote bigger.
A million years ago, they were pets to another species. Hence their habit of curling up at our ambassadors’ feet in the middle of negotiations.
The winds have died out altogether on their world, and they pollinate wildflowers by hand. It’s their favorite form of sex. Such unnatural acts disgust us, we explained. Now that the bees and butterflies are gone, we’ve bred thumb-sized dogs that live on nectar.
Many churches disbanded when we discovered the aliens were Christians. Jesus had betrayed us with another planet!
I have the following additions to my pointless 2007 reading list:
Erasmus of Rotterdam – Another early humanist. Specific works: The Praise of Folly, Colloquies.
William Morris – One of this energetic Victorian’s fantasy novels, probably either The Wood Beyond the World or The Waters of the Wondrous Isles.
E.R. Eddison – His Ouroboros trilogy. I started and abandoned this work in my adolescence, but it continues to haunt me.
Update: I misremembered my youthful reading. Ouroboros is a single book, not a trilogy. Eddison did write a trilogy, though – the Zimiamvian trilogy. I’d like to read all four books. (I’ve managed to find The Mezentian Gate, the final book of the trilogy.)