The Literary Dandy

It is often said of those who, in their incessant daydreaming and Miltonian fashions conjure up portraits or other reflections of the ideal, that one must be, in trite fashion, ever aware of one’s own constitution, or temperament. So it was for one M. de Morpois, one friend of I, the Vis. A. Beresford. Thanks to a rather obscure history, and related enigmatic elements in his youth, Morpois was sent forth from his paternal family’s barony, an increasingly irrelevant yet quintessential peerage from the West-central regions of Old Toulouse.  Issued forth to the streets of East London in the years immediately following the Great Reform Act, he was, like so many progeny of those members of the traditional, diplomatic circles, irreducibly calm, yet preening and, I dare say, resolutely insufferable when confronted outside of his official dignities.

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