I heard about a man so terrified of bridges, he refused to leave his house. He had developed a fear of bridges many years before he decided never again to leave his house, which wasn’t a bridge, contained no bridges, and stood on solid ground far away from any bridge whatsoever.
When it came to facing his fear of bridges, he wouldn’t cross that bridge when he came to it, because he’d never set foot anywhere near another bridge for the rest of his life, so long as he limited his existence to the confines of his house, which wasn’t a bridge, contained no bridges, and stood on solid ground far away from any bridge whatsoever.
This man afraid of bridges went from fearing bridges to fearing his fear of bridges. This man: let’s call him Ricky T. Bridge.
Charles B. Snoad 