CONCERNING THE CLEAR POTENTIALITY OF LITERARY REVISIONISM:

A Streetcar Named Desire:

Stanley wept as he suddenly came to realize: that he was stranded and alone upon the fridgid mountain-top; that Stella was dead, buried alive beneath a shimmering mound of countless glistening rubies; and that Yorick, their affectionate talking donkey, was smoking the last of his imported Dominican cigars, while saying nothing and looking grimly onward, into the uncertain distance.

Thus Spake Zarathustra:

Inspector Brothwell and the local coroner paused briefly above the bathrobed corpse of the disheveled homeless man who lay, frozen and unblinking, upon the cold pavement there before them; each stooping closely beside the body, to read the words "God Almighty" from its neatly laminated name-tag.