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“I do rather like that ‘o’, said Henry, “it’s positively gibbous.” “Cyril,” interrupted Alice, “you still haven’t answered me; what is so damned patronizing about an aesthetically pleasing font?” “And look at that ‘r,’” murmured Stanley, “It’s . . .” “Rebarbitive!” yelled Cyril. “Oh, come off it, Cyril, the whole thing looks as if it was chiseled by a three-fingered lapidary on barbiturates.” “Alice,” snapped Cyril, “we’ve got to have something edgy for young people. Aesthetics is so last Olympics.” “Well, that’s just it, isn’t it,” retorted Alice, “it’s the Olympics—not a Nuremberg rally.” “Oh, spare us your plangent whinging, Alice,” said Ramona, “at least this is consequential.” “I’d rather be plangent,” spat Alice, “than a solipsistic son of a – “ “Right,” interjected Henry, a bit too chirpily. “So, let’s vote – who’s for the London 2012 typeface? Oh, good. You can come down off that ledge now, Cyril.”