" I think,’ said Bredon, who was accustomed to his father’s meaningless outbursts of speech, ‘she’s silly.’ ‘So do I; but don’t say I said so.’ ‘And rude.’ ‘And rude. I, on the other hand, am silly, but seldom rude. Your mother is neither rude nor silly.’ ‘Which am I?’ ‘You are an egotistical extravert of the most irrepressible type. "

― Dorothy L. Sayers , Striding Folly