“Edison? Like Thomas?” “Who’s Edison Thomas?” “I mean Thomas Edison. The inventor?” Peabody explained. “The lightbulb?” “No, for Christ’s sake, this isn’t about lightbulbs. Like the sicko guy who married his own mother, then whined about it.” After a moment’s confusion, Peabody’s own lightbulb went off. “That’s Oedipus. I’m pretty sure that’s Oedipus.” “Edison, Oedipus, platypus. Whatever.”
