It takes a while to get used to the smell.

Perhaps, most Elysian of fair ladies, it would be, as one might say, more seemly if I, as a justice of the peace— Brilliana daffed him down.

I hope this is not causing the poster any pericombobulations.

It’s to realize that Moon Frye, by cheerfully surveilling her own life, and those first Real Worlders, by agreeing to the constant presence of producers and cameras, were the harbingers of today’s culture, in which self-image is shaped in the expectation of a lens and personhood collates with brand identity.