Caliban Darklock wrote this around lunchtime:
In my ongoing cultural quest, I had been on the track of the legendary people of Gay for several weeks, and had recently met a group of natives who showed the entrance to a great underground city. Here, the people of Gay had stored the records of their great and mighty society, a society filled with deep mystical secrets and fantastic choreography. I picked my way through the uncharted depths, and eventually came to a great door. Before it stood a strange creature, part man, part woman, and yet somehow neither.
“I am the Gay Sphinx,” it said in a mighty stentorian voice. “You stand before the gates of Gay, wherein the secret history of the people of Gay resides. But to venture beyond these gates, into the city of Gay whence the land of Gay once sprang, the seed of what would transcend the kingdom of Gay and become the mighty Gay empire - you must answer my riddle.”
But I was not deterred! I, who have watched Monty Python and the Holy Grail many more times than I care to admit, bravely announced: “Ask me the riddle, Gay Sphinx, for I am not afraid!”
“No!” replied the Gay Sphinx.
And I waited, for a moment, expecting some sort of explanation.
When it became clear that none was forthcoming, I engaged the Gay Sphinx in conversation. “Oh great and mighty Gay Sphinx,” I said, for it is always advisable to be obsequious when speaking to mythological guardians of gates; “you who have faithfully guarded the secrets of the people of Gay for these many long centuries… why ask you not the riddle, that I may answer?”
“The riddle is itself a secret of the people of Gay,” said the Gay Sphinx. “You may not know it until you have answered it.”
“But that is impossible,” I mused, half to myself. ”How can I answer a question I am not asked?”
“Because I will tell you,” said the Gay Sphinx. “When you answer the riddle incorrectly, I will insult and ridicule your answer with sarcastic remarks and general condescension.”
“So what you insult and ridicule is incorrect.”
“Precisely.” The Gay Sphinx grinned. “However, this does not mean that what I do not insult and ridicule is correct. Merely that you have said something more deserving of insult and ridicule.”
“Very well,” I said. “The answer is yes.”
“What a stupid concept,” said the Gay Sphinx. “Do you actually think the riddle protecting the secrets of the people of Gay would be a yes or no question?”
“It could be. So if the answer is not yes, then the answer must be no.”
“Hmph,” snorted the Gay Sphinx. “The world isn’t black and white. You should open your mind to further possibilities.”
“Quite,” I replied. ”So the answer, then, is maybe.”
“How pointless and noncommittal. Maybe what?”
And we proceeded from that point for several hours. I stretched my powers of intellect and logic to their utmost; but it was all in vain. Answer after answer, I was haughtily rebuked for my stupidity and failure to accept the truth: that I could never answer the riddle, for I was incapable of understanding it. The answers I gave became fewer, the time to formulate one growing much longer. And then I was enlightened.
“I have it,” I said. “This long, and no longer.”
The Gay Sphinx looked confused, for the first time in our long conversation. I waited almost a minute before I took pity on him. Or her. Whatever a Gay Sphinx is.
“The riddle,” I explained, “is how long I will put up with this nonsense before I simply open the door. There is, after all, nothing actually preventing me from doing so.”
“But that’s against the rules,” objected the Gay Sphinx.
“Whose rules?” I asked. “Rules exist within a framework of consensus. If I reject your rules and refuse to play your game, those rules don’t apply to me anymore. I can make my own rules.”
The Gay Sphinx grabbed my hand as I moved to open the door. “You can’t refuse to play the game,” he said frantically. “It violates the natural order of things.”
I made no reply. I simply opened the door, and stepped through. As I did so, it occurred to me that his final objection had sounded somehow familiar.