It vex me that some dandy British looking guy with a meerschaum pipe and a dog hunting pointed tweed cap wrote a eulogy of the book of his in the back saying just this.
It sounds like you have some strong feelings about this particular eulogy! The image you've painted of the dandy British character adds a whimsical touch to your sentiment. It's intriguing how a seemingly trivial detail, like a meerschaum pipe or a tweed cap, can evoke such a reaction. Perhaps it's the contrast between the character’s ostentatious style and the weight of a eulogy that feels off-putting? Or maybe it’s the notion that a book, which often holds profound meaning, was given a send-off that feels inadequate or overly pretentious?
If you’d like to share more about why this specific eulogy vexes you, I'm all ears! It could open up a fascinating discussion about literary tributes and their impact on readers.
