I recall reading that, during his career as a lawyer, Abraham Lincoln rejected an apparently well-qualified prospective employee. His colleagues protested and demanded to know his reason.
"I didn't like his face," Lincoln declared.
The other men scoffed and protested that his reason was absurd. Lincoln noted that the rejected applicant was forty years old. "After the age of forty," he said, "every man is responsible for his face."
I'm forty-two. I guess this is it. Well, Face, let's get on with the show.
Welcome, you and me, to my blog; it's my first time here too. Stick around; let's see what happens with my face if I do
this ...writes a series of ribald sonnets... or
this ...posts tirade against reality tv... or even
this ...transcribes the front page from Le Figaro, June 13, 1968
Anything yet? Einstein hair, Marty Feldman eyes, peace-sign nose ring?
By the way, the Lincoln anecdote is from The Little, Brown Book of Anecdotes (Clifton Fadiman, ed.; published, of course, by Little, Brown). It's a brilliant book -- loads of fun. It's as close to Instant Erudite as there is.
Steve, can I have the book back? You've had it for two years now.