"Where am I?" "In the Village."

So, ten years after The Prisoner changed the way I thought about stories forever, I finally own the damn thing on DVD. I can now chuck the worn VHS copies of the Scifi Channel marathon hosted by Harlan Ellison in his bedclothes. Well, maybe not.

Anyway. The reason I feel obligated to actually post about this is that, on opening the collection, I found enclosed a tiny brochure labeled "Map of Your Village" with the actual map from the first episode on a big fold-out.

I could not stop giggling. :)