The (Most) Nabobist

I just hope my status isn't jeopardized at here the mere mention.

Prithee, do make haste. On order, THE AFFECTED PROVINCIAL'S ALMANACK, VOL. 1.

Here is our Lord Whimsy, our LORD BREAULOVE SWELLS WHIMSY, Mammal of Paradise, on Summer Leisure.

Each morning that greets us presents choices with regards to taste. This is especially true during this, the least tasteful time of year when those among us, who in any other season exercise good judgment when it comes to aesthetic matters, unwittingly engage in that unfortunate phenomenon coined by Mr. Paul Fussell as Prole Drift. As surely as the ebbing of the tide, I have seen the shimmering ranks of bon vivants diminish each year around this time as Old Man Navy snatches some of our more promising youth who - alas! - after suffering the degradations that only cargo shorts and