It reminds me of a string of wet sponges; it reminds me of tattered washing on the line; it reminds me of stale bean soup, of college yells, of dogs barking idiotically through endless nights. It is so bad that a sort of grandeur creeps into it. It drags itself up out of the dark abyss of pish and crawls insanely up the topmost pinnacle of posh. It is rumble and bumble. It is flap and doodle. It is balder and dash.
H. L. MenckenWhenever A annoys or injures B on the pretense of saving or improving X, A is a scoundrel.
H. L. MenckenPopularity--The capacity for listening sympathetically when men boast of their wives and women complain of their husbands.
H. L. Mencken