persistem em imitar as personagens de Swift que vão para a guerra porque discordam sobre qual o lado em que o ovo deve ser partido, deixo-vos uma outra alternativa para sorrir:
"Nobody of any real culture, for instance, ever talks nowadays about the beauty of a sunset. Sunsets are quite old-fashioned. They belong to the time when Turner was the last note in art. To admire them is a distinct sign of provincialism of temperament. ... Yesterday evening Mrs. Arundel insisted on my going to the window and looking at the glorious sky, as she called it. Of course I had to look at it. she is one of those absurdly pretty Philistines to whom one can deny nothing. And what was it? It was simply a very second-rate Turner, a Turner of a bad period, with all the painter's worst faults exaggerated and over-emphasised."
Oscar Wilde, The Decay od Lying