Is plagiarism the sincerest form of flattery or the fastest way to cash in?
I sometimes wonder what would cause someone to deliberately* swipe someone's work and put their name to it. Greed? Desperation? A hunger for fame, even borrowed fame?
Anyway,
calimac caused me to snorfle my tea today with:
REYKJAVIK (AP) -- Snorri Sturluson, a 12th-century Icelandic poet,
> today filed suit against J.R.R. Tolkien for plagiarizing dwarf-names
> from his work, The Prose Edda.
Here's the rest.
*and consciously, as opposed to discovering a wodge of much-read-as-small-kid but then forgotten prose resurfacing in more or less recognizable form ten or twenty or thirty years later.