Percy is dumb, dumb, dumb as dumb can be. Percy is also rather old, which, one must say, hasn’t helped her sense that much.
Nor her waist, for that matter.
The eyes are open, the mouth moves, but Mr Brain has long since departed, hasn’t he, Percy?
Extraordinarily dumb. Hopelessly dumb. I stand rebuked and eat a muffin, it seems the only sensible thing to do. Maybe two muffins.
When i am in trouble, eating is the only thing that consoles me. Indeed, when i am in really great trouble, as anyone who knows me intimately will tell you, I refuse everything except food and drink. At the present moment, I am eating muffins because I am unhappy. Besides, I am particularly fond of muffins.
Have you seen Percy’s pores? Horrendous. What age will do to you. Are you having that muffin?
Oh.
Well, would you consider teacake instead? I am so very fond of muffins and there’s only one left.
Heartless? Why, Jack.
Fine, if we must be strict.
(Still got a better waist than Percy, though.)
(Blackadder + The Importance of Being Earnest – Oscar Wilde)
