“If you can’t get a taxi, you can leave in a huff.”

Is it possible that W.S. Gilbert really never met the yeo-women of the French Quarter bourgeoisie-terrienne? “I hold that there is no such antick fellow as your bombastical hero who doth so earnestly spout forth his folly as to make his hearers believe that he is unconscious of all incongruity” – said Hamlet in Rosencrantz and Guildenstern. Gilbert and Sullivan’s Continue reading “If you can’t get a taxi, you can leave in a huff.”