So smirk, so smooth, his pricked Ears.

It was a Comedy, to see what a crowding (as if it had bene at a newe Play,) there was vpon the Acheronticque Strond,

The wokerati have been at work again. Tate Britain has just opened what should be an extremely enjoyable Hogarth exhibition. […] Curators should be thrilled to have assembled such material for our delectation. Instead, it seems they don’t want us to enjoy the experience.

It was a raw, violent, guzzling saturnalia that spilled obstreperously through the woods to the officers' club and spread up into the hills toward the hospital and the antiaircraft-gun emplacements.