[first lines]
The Major:
[narrating]
This is the story of my brave, foolish friend Harry Deane. Mr. Deane's work as a art curator in London had gone, he felt, largely unappreciated. He told me of countless insults suffered at the hands of his employer, Lionel Shabandar, media tycoon, art collector, and an absolute brute of a fellow.
Lionel Shabandar:
[covered in mud]
Do not touch my person! You, idiot...
Man:
Yes, my lord.
Lionel Shabandar:
...give me your boot.
The Major:
[narrating]
Forty years ago I'd have called this Shabandar a cad. Now the prevailing parlance for a fellow of this type is, I believe... shitbag.
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