He was a eediot—a great, awful, monster eediot.

It hath been anciently reported, and is still received.

[…] Mrs. Bennet […] assured him with some asperity that they were very well able to keep a good cook, and that her daughters had nothing to do in the kitchen.

Many, long since outmatched in the quarterless battle for existence, still clung, bleached and ghastly, like upstanding skeletons...