Chapter 1613 of 1964 · 59 words · ~1 min read

XCV.

Our ridicules are kept in the back-ground-- Ridiculous enough, but also dull; Professions, too, are no more to be found Professional; and there is nought to cull[mr] Of Folly's fruit; for though your fools abound, They're barren, and not worth the pains to pull. Society is now one polished horde, Formed of two mighty tribes, the _Bores_ and _Bored_.