and thought you should too. Here are the sources of my laughter.
One: Thanks to the sarcasm of Charles Dickens in Bleak House, Chapter 14 – “Deportment”. It’s especially wonderful if you read it out loud.
Just then, there appeared from a side door, old Mr. Turveydrop, in the full lustre of his Deportment. He was a fat old gentleman with a false complexion, false teeth, false whiskers, and a wig. He had a fur collar, and he had a padded breast to his coat, which only wanted a star or a broad blue ribbon to be complete. He was pinched in, and swelled out, and got up, and stepped down, as much as he could possibly bear. He had such a neckcloth on (puffing his very eyes out of their natural shape), and his chin and even his ears so sunk into it, that it seemed as though he must inevitably double up, if it were cast loose. He had, under his arm, a hat of great size and weight, shelving downward from the crown to the brim; and in his hand a pair of white gloves, with which he flapped it, as he stood poised on one leg in a high-shouldered, round-elbowed state of elegance not to be surpassed. He had a cane, he had an eye-glass, he had a snuff-box, he had wristbands, he had everything but any touch of nature; he was not like youth, he was not like age, he was not like anything in the world but a model of Deportment.
Two: I had heard about this sketch pretty much all my life, but finally saw it just today. And was glad of it.
The book you are reading came back from my editors with a hemorrhage of red ink. A tattoo parlor gives fewer mark-ups than they did.
A man was known for his daring
And yet to his wife seemed uncaring
His real true identity
Was concealed in dementity
And for the worse the guillotine’s been faring
Anyone know the literary/movie reference made there? It’s a classic.