If Richard Dawkins were P.G. Wodehouse..
1. Aunt Dalia gawked at him like a teradactyle meme with a simplistic expedient case of discouraging rational inquiry in a foolish way magnanimously recognizing the truth of science.”
2. He had the look of a man who was just told by his chiropractor that he caught a mind virus, a mind virus which disposed him to the intense perpetuation of pseudoscientific ignorance.
3. Spode appeared as if nature had intended to make a brain size has no connection with intelligence; that intelligence has nothing to do with the Drones Club; and that its members were probably nasty fascist things anyway.
4. “All is right in the world and the universe”, remarked Honoria Glossop with a deep, inner, convincing vigor. “On the other hand, I don’t intend to be callous, but even if I have no proposal, who cares? Because that still doesn’t mean that what anybody else has to offer therefore has to be true”.
5. Jeeves glanced sideways at him and cleared his throat with the sound of one of his bacterial ancestors, which indeed were still bacteria, perambulating in vast ignorance around its own dreadful colony of bacteria.
6. “We are all co-evolved blighters, though people seldom realize they are such”, pontificated Spode in a benevolent, subjective way. “Some of us just go one blight further”.
7. “No doubt, Jeeves, you are grindingly, creakingly, crashingly brilliant. Your brain hardware has co-evolved with the internal virtual worlds that it creates”. Jeeves said “Not at all sir. This can be called hardware-software co-evolution.”
Shudder. Uh, on second thought, I’ll take P.G. Wodehouse
