…good, people are crazy.
It turns out that the world-famous Martinsville Chair is too big even for me. (But I appreciate the gesture.)
…Will I root against the Hoyas tomorrow night, even though they face-off against the school which sits directly across the street from the cathedra of Bishop Francis Xavier DiLorenzo?
…Has someone ever rubbed you the wrong way?
Did you find yourself casting about for a fitting imprecation? At a loss for words?
I think I may have discovered the most eloquent string of insults ever spewed.
In William Shakespeare’s Richard III, the deposed queen Margaret excoriates the evil Duke who murdered her son with these words:
…stay, dog, for thou shalt hear me.
If heaven have any grievous plague in store
Exceeding those that I can wish upon thee,
O, let them keep it till thy sins be ripe,
And then hurl down their indignation
On thee, the troubler of the poor world’s peace!
The worm of conscience still begnaw thy soul!
Thy friends suspect for traitors while thou livest,
And take deep traitors for thy dearest friends!
No sleep close up that deadly eye of thine,
Unless it be whilst some tormenting dream
Affrights thee with a hell of ugly devils!
Thou elvish-mark’d, abortive, rooting hog!
Thou that wast seal’d in thy nativity
The slave of nature and the son of hell!
Thou slander of thy mother’s heavy womb!
Thou loathed issue of thy father’s loins!
Thou rag of honour! (Act I, scene 3)
N.B. Just providing this as a public service. Use with discretion.
Not convinced that this is the most blistering string of insults the language has ever produced? Please submit other nominations.