Something tells me Christopher Hitchens' pipeline of hate-mail has finally dried up. I suspect, however, this piece should renew his supply.
Nice to see at least that Hitchens hasn't sacrificed verbal elan for the sake of political correctness; I imagine more than a few columnists are sorting out their indignation to respond to phrases like "bless their tender hearts" and "cunning minxes that they are."
Key quote: "For men, it is a tragedy that the two things they prize the most—women and humor—should be so antithetical. But without tragedy there could be no comedy." True enough, that.
12 December 2006
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2 comments:
Clever, if far too long. I did not know the Nietzsche quotation, but I will remember it forever: 'A witticism is the epitaph on the death of a feeling.' Ouch. Ouch. Ouch.
Would have to look it up, but my admittedly addled brain recalls it as a poem being the epitaph. I do know the line was adapted by Mr Eliot ("ever poem an epitaph") in FQ.
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