Easily my favourite insult of all time comes from an Old-Timey British Commons outburst: "Reptile souls moving in the dirt of the obscure vices in which they were generated"
Every time I think back to this line, which I discovered in a fabulous book called Phantom Terror (about the hysteria around secret societies and revolutionary plots in the 1800s) that part about the "obscure vices in which they were generated" feels so perfectly brutal.
Easily my favourite insult of all time comes from an Old-Timey British Commons outburst: "Reptile souls moving in the dirt of the obscure vices in which they were generated"
Every time I think back to this line, which I discovered in a fabulous book called Phantom Terror (about the hysteria around secret societies and revolutionary plots in the 1800s) that part about the "obscure vices in which they were generated" feels so perfectly brutal.
I love that one—it really nails the imagery of someone so lowly and selfish, morally corrupted by their own vices.