Or, the servile imitancy, and yet also a nobler relationship and mysterious union to one another which lies in such imitancy, of Mankind might be illustrated under the different figure (itself nowise original) of a Flock of Sheep.

It would be difficult, for example, to imagine a bigger, more obvious subject for comedy than the laughable self-delusion of washed-up celebrities, especially if the washed-up celebrity in question is Adam West, a camp icon who can go toe to toe with William Shatner as the king of winking self-parody.

Next, if they be Globular, and mov'd only with a turbinated motion, I know not any cause that can impress that motion upon the pellucid medium, which yet is done.

Nevertheless, anyone with memories of durable big stars and well-made hokum is likely to be sorry if one evening there is nothing available in or out of the house except TV soap opera, Ben Hur, and Marienbadism.