Four of Them

He who died at 58, in 1870, and I do not feel like calculating his age now. He was probably the funniest writer on required reading lists. He had the Beard of Champions. He had a bowtie. He wrote my Designated Favorite Classic Book That's Not At Swim-Two Birds, David Copperfield. Let's all have a moment of silence, and just admire that scraggly heap of man-hair on his face.