Lurking at the bottom, driving the whole godforsaken thing, is the possibility that the room temperature IQ that informs every groove of Neurotica may very well be the real thing.

“I'd scorn for to mislest a gentleman when he's taking his pleasure.”

[…]he therefore thought fit to allow carnal liberty, the better to excuſe himſelf who was ſo inſatiately libidinous that he is not aſhamed to become a preſident[…]

In a world where it is de rigueur to announce your wedding on Facebook and show the world artfully Instagrammed pictures of your appendectomy, it's no surprise that the Bee has a social media presence.