At a lovely British Art Center lecture on Victorian paintings, which are notorious for being no body’s favorite, the overriding theme was Morrison’s Pills. Or, something to do with philanthropy and a rich English man who patronized the arts thanks to the phenomenon of his diuretics.

Gauche things to mention while lecturing at the Yale Center for British Art:

1. “The mounting of this exhibition was a long and arduous process that required the full strength of 12 Herculean men.”

2. “This picture of the Babylonian marriage market always makes me think of America’s Next Top Model.”

3. “If you’ll allow me five minutes to finish off, I’ll discuss this picture of cheeky repose.”

4. “I would take a few questions, but it’s definitely time for a drink.”

In proper Anglican fashion, the elderly audience, along with a slew of thirsty graduate students, trotted to the miniature crab delicacies and appropriately named “Hob Nob” wine. I bonded with a striking woman wearing fabulous ethnic jewelry and a frisky tunic dress—and there’s nothing Victorian about her.

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