Homer Simpson couldn’t remember the last time he had been to ancient Greece. The hallucinations from the lotus fruit made it to hard to tell the real visits from the hallucinated ones. That and the fact he was dying. He also wasn’t sure what the word “odyssey” meant and he didn’t know how to use the dictionary. So, he had a racoon from his local donut shop. The racoon translated the text as follows: a long journey full of adventures, that gives one knowledge or understanding. He’d had journeys. He’d had adventures. Perhaps he could write about his experiences, get it published, make a quick buck. Who cares whether it had been real or hallucinated? “After all, that’s all that the ancient Greeks did,” the racoon informed him. “That and eat yoghurt.” To Homer that sounded like something he should do too, eat yoghurt as he wrote. And he died. He awoke about thirty seven minutes later, and realized that he was hallucinating again. “I’ve got to stop eating that yoghurt,” he said. He proceeded to eat more yoghurt.