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Okay, people: the question that will tell me once and for all what kind of folks you really are. Which is the definitive version of the Arthurian legend: Boorman or Python?

(Tough question, I know. I’m asking you to weigh the Knights Who Say Ni against Helen Mirren as Morgana and Nicol Williamson as Merlin. Essay answers are encouraged.)

Here’s the movie that played out in my mind as I was drawing, by the way:

A group of KNIGHTS, including BORS, ECTOR and
URYENS, are gathered around a large STONE from
which protrudes a wooden sign, facing away
from us (and toward them). They study it
          E... nine... R... G... 7...
          3... 8?
A bolt of LIGHTNING vaporizes him. The other
KNIGHTS step back, shaken.
          No, no, I... I'll defer to you,
          noble sir.
          But you have sons, a lineage.
          They'd be awesome heirs to the
          throne. You go.
              (glancing at his bare wrist)
          You know, thanks for reminding me.
          It's time for Arthur's Ritalin.
He hurries off. URYENS, stricken, looks at the
other knights. No takers. He takes a deep
breath and steps forward.
He gets no further. There's a flash, and he's
reduced to cinders and a wisp of smoke.
          We could try this tomorrow. It's
          getting late. We're starting to
          lose light.
                          ARTHUR (OS)
          Oh, for God's sake.
A lanky boy, ARTHUR, pushes through them and
peers briefly at the sign.
          It says "ermine 927." Okay?
He walks away, just before a beam of heavenly
light illuminates the glade. A crown descends
from above, resting gently on a bed of moss atop
the stone.
One of the KNIGHTS sidles over to the crown and
picks it up nonchalantly. They all innocently
shuffle away.

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