Indutrial, you disappoint me:
1. Despite being a supposed "lit." degree-holder, you fail to understand tense.
2. You defend popular music (and by extension John Williams's) as being designed for fun, yet haven't realized that this thread has been "per divertirsi".
3. How dare you.
But to the cadenza:
Words and meaning part company in what both of us write, but less subconsciously in my case. Elaborated: all of my dialectical taunts (slings and arrows, if you will) have been textual subterfuge; my real impetus being to keep the string of characters "John Williams Blows!" at the top of the thread listing. Gotta relight the candle to keep the air hot... the balloon afloat on-high.
So tell me Indutrial, how exactly does it feel to be a means?
Love forever and ever,
Ryguillian