"Yet upon perusing the list of nominees here, I felt an ineffable feeling of felicity, much like Proust when he tasted his madeleine... Sure, I know --- as we all do --- come Tuesday it'll be back to smogville. Neverthless, we can still revel in the glow of that one brief shining moment that was known as Camelot."
My dear old After Eight, the above borders on self parody, darling. Have you wised up and decided to play into the joke? Or is that prose genuine? Nevertheless, it gave me a good chuckle. :)
"Sticks and stones, sister. Here, have a Valium." - Patti LuPone, a Memoir