When he was nine years old, my godson developed a brief but freakishly intense obsession with Elvis Presley. He took to singing "Jailhouse Rock" at the top of his voice, with all the low crooning and pelvis-jiggling of the King himself. He didn't know this style had become a joke, so he offered it with all the heart-catching sincerity of a preteen who believes he is being cool. In the brief pauses before he started singing it all over again, he demanded to know everything ("Everything! Everything!") about Elvis, and so I jabbered out the rough outline of that inspiring, sad, stupid story.
- From Stolen Focus: Why You Can't Pay Attention - and How to Think Deeply Again by Johann Hari