on the alignment offer-
ed in the previous ent-
ry, of Lachowski's pro-
file in reptile, juxta-
posed to a reference to
Samuel Johnson. One saw
irony as merry or not,
depending on viewpoints
beyond anyone's control.
These divisions in the
readership recall the
enigma of scowls at a
certain age - an expres-
sion mastered studiously
and yet of almost indis-
criminate application.
The spirit of jest is innate, but such is the irony in blog-ging that a deference to the convention of illustration threatens to deprive the ironic style of its happiest latitude, sometimes. The moderating of irony is not an art or a science, but a device available to homogeneous communities of taste - clubs, schools, cliques, and certain professions. Here, the process is reversed, as indulgence is pleaded over time as the shaping of a community of wickets left standing. From an age represented serviceably in these portraits, one responds to Dr Johnson's irony sharply, but with highly uneven warmth. The temperature struck by Haydn, in the same vein and time, was fortunate in its medium.
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