Truth! why shall every wretch of letters Dare to speak truth against his betters! Let ragged virtue stand aloof, Nor mutter accents of reproof; Let ragged wit a mute become, When wealth and power would have her dumb.
Your wit is always such a delight, Mr. Zeklos. I can barely contain myself around it.
Wit is a dangerous weapon, even to the possessor, if he knows not how to use it discreetly.