In sooth, then, faithful friend, this was a rug of value? Thou wouldst call it not a rug among ordinary rugs, but a rug of purpose? A star in a firmament, in step with the fashion alike to the Whitsun morris-dance? A worthy rug, a rug of consequence, sir?
It was of consequence, I should think; verily, it tied the room together, gather’d its qualities as the sweet lovers’ spring grass doth the morning dew or the rough scythe the first of autumn harvests. It sat between the four sides of the room, making substance of a square, respecting each wall in equal harmony, in geometer’s cap; a great reckoning in a little room. Verily, it transform’d the room from the space between four walls presented, to the harbour of a man’s monarchy.
Truly we doth live in the Age of the Mashup, although really this is just one (genius) step removed from 10 Things I Hate About Her and the like. (Holy crap, who did the casting for that? I always forget Joseph Gordon-Levitt is in it as well as Heath Ledger, and both before they were considered anything. That's arguably the James Dean and the Monty Cliff of their generation right there.)
That reminds me... I've got a script to finish. The zeitgeist seems just about ready for it.