Idle thoughts in IKEA...

[steepholm]

I was following the path of floor arrows faithfully, being tempted neither by beech-effect CD racks to my left nor feldspar dinner plates to my right, but keeping the road faithfully to the hall of clipframes, when it popped into my head that The Wizard of Oz bears much the same relation of secular ironization to The Pilgrim’s Progress that A Connecticut Yankee bears to Malory. Is this a critical commonplace, I wonder – or was my brain throwing up random hypotheses for want of stimulation?