Prithee pretty maidens and perfect gentlemen, prepare for a tale most lovely and pure as truth, love, and beauty are most skillfully skewered by the supreme satirists themselves. It’s Gilbert and Sullivan, the sweet songsters of yore, trilling a tapestry of art so fine it whips women into frenzy. Behold the saga of perfect poets Bunthorne and Grosvenor: Their work narrowly sticks to their lofty ideals, eschewing reason in favor of naught but adherence to aesthetics. Such stridence throws life into chaos. Indeed, truth AND beauty AND love get lost in the poets’ labyrinthian logic of art above all. There may be no modern major generals or little maids from school, but those who approach Patience will be richly rewarded. – Cat McCarrey
