Absolute Perfection

There’s a line from Oscar Wilde’s The Importance of Being Earnest I’ve always liked, one of the great compliments, and I’d argue sentences generally, in modern literature:  

“I hope I shall not offend you if I state quite frankly and openly that you seem to me to be in every way the visible personification of absolute perfection.”

And it turns out one of the great insults comes courtesy of “You’re a Mean One, Mr. Grinch” by Dr. Suess:

“Your soul is an appalling dump heap overflowing with the most disgraceful assortment of deplorable rubbish imaginable.”

Oh, what the holidays teach us! You’re welcome.