Napooleon

On satire and chamber pots

I am slightly worried my regular newsletters are becoming a little scatological. For this, I can only apologise. But the khazi is still the great leveller, and for an Englishman, for whom class obsession is a natural birthright and curse, the smallest room in the house can be the most revealing. Slavoj Zizek’s joke about what the national characteristic…

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