When I am Empress of the World, do you know what will be a capital crime?
Well. Pretty much nothing, truth to tell, because Evangelium Vitae. But do you know what will cause me to look sternly over the tops of my empress glasses and say caustic things, and perhaps even break out the Imperial Peashooter as a tool of chastisement?
I cannot even, she said imperiously, if it is possible to sound imperious while also sounding like a teenager.
I have more to say about the likability question BUT my ostensibly two-hour meeting this evening ran to more than three. Which means I am out of blogging time. And also crabby. Let's talk about likability tomorrow, shall we?