After watching every single episode of The Twilight Zone, The Outer Limits, Alfred Hitchcock Presents, Thriller, Tales From The Darkside, Steven Spielberg Presents Amazing Stories, Night Gallery, Tales From The Crypt, Happy Days, The Prisoner, One Step Beyond, Cops, Friday The Thirteenth: The Series, The Ten Commandments and Alf, surrealism was dead to me.
That is until I saw this:
“I do not understand why, when I ask for a grilled lobster in a restaurant, I am never served a cooked telephone; I do not understand why champagne is always chilled and why on the other hand telephones, which are habitually so frightfully warm and disagreeably sticky to the touch, are not also put in silver buckets with crushed ice around them.
Telephone frappé, mint-coloured telephone, aphrodisiac telephone, lobster-telephone, telephone sheathed in sable for the boudoirs of sirens with fingernails protected with ermine, Edgar Allan Poe telephones with a dead rat concealed within, Boecklin telephones installed inside a cypress tree (and with an allegory of death in inlaid silver on their backs), telephones on the leash which would walk about, screwed to the back of a living turtle … telephones … telephones … telephones …”
The Secret Life Of Salvador Dali by Salvador Dali
[FACT CHECK: Surrealism is dead.]