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To Whom it May Concern,
I believe it is prudent to leave information here, and so, in gregarious spirit, I shall do just that.
The Gent is:
o Twenty-five years of age, going on one-hundred and fifty-two.
o English. Quite as English as it is possible to be, in fact.
o An artist, writer, musician and part-time genius.
o A Victorian gentleman trapped in the wrong time period. This is rather depressing.
He is fond of
history, classical music, 19th-century literature, good manners, wit, agnosticism, semantics, and
chocolate hob-nobs (esp. with a pot of tea).
The Gent is highly intolerant of acts of criminal damage towards the English language, and requests that Gaians refrain from brazen and wilful attempts to pass off the letter "u" as a pronoun, and other such linguistic vandalism; he has dreadful allergies to bad grammar, spelling and punctuation, and is still in recovery after injudiciously setting foot in a place called "The Chatterbox" (had it not been for the copy of Charles Dickens'
Great Expectations he carries in his breast pocket in case of such emergencies, he may not have lived to tell the tale).
Wishing you an intellectually stimulating sort of day,
Yours Sincerely,
The Intelli-Gent
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