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I had this feeling recently, when I went to a convention masquerade. I don’t usually go to masquerades, but in this case I was urged to go by a friend, and I have to say I was pretty bored. Then, after the program, a DJ started playing music, and everyone started dancing, including the people in costumes. Cartman from South Park danced with Johnny Depp’s character from Pirates of the Caribbean, someone from a Lois McMaster Bujold book danced with a large shaggy dog. It was one of the most enchanting things I’d ever seen. It reminded me of a bit from The Man Who Was Thursday (another trait of geeks, I guess, is that they’re always being reminded of parts of books)—“Syme seemed to see every shape in Nature imitated in some crazy costume. There was a man dressed as an elephant, a man dressed as a balloon…There was a dancing lamp-post, a dancing apple tree, a dancing ship…And long afterwards, when Syme was middle-aged and at rest, he could never see one of those particular objects—a lamp-post, or an apple tree, or a windmill—without thinking that it was a strayed reveller from that revel of masquerade.”
Any group of people that can make me feel as if I’m in a Chesterton book is all right with me.