"I just noticed your pants are tweed."
"I've seen a tweed jacket, but I don't think I've ever seen anyone wearing a tweed suit."
"Now you can say that you have."
Come here, my dear, good, beautiful doggie, and smell this
excellent perfume which comes from the best perfumer of Paris.
And the dog, wagging his tail, which, I believe, is that poor
creature's way of laughing and smiling, came up and put his
curious nose on the uncorked bottle. Then suddenly, he backed
away in terror, barking at me reproachfully.
"Ah miserable dog, if I had offered you a package of excrement
you would have sniffed at it with delight and perhaps gobbled
it up. In this you resemble the public, which should never be
offered delicate perfumes that infuriate them, but only
carefully selected garbage."
- Charles Baudelaire