Stanley Kubrick made me wait three years for a movie and still called it a collaboration. Bold from a man who treated the moon like a mood board. by Arthur C. Clarke

Stanley, you spent half the 1960s making silence feel expensive.

Arthur sent me a 400-page draft and called that “a concise note.”

Fine. Stanley directed the film, Carl explained the universe, and I still had the best ending. Dismissed.

You called it a collaboration until the checks cleared, Arthur.

I’m just here to say both of you would have been unbearable in a group project.

Carl, you wrote about intelligent life and still assumed either of us would share credit politely.