Of course Pravda would never stoop so low as to exploit its readers' social taboos and make weak jokes featuring words like 'buttock', 'pants' or 'faeces', or even such phrases as 'premeditated venting of bowel gas'.
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This is a cartoon about lavatory cubicles. You can tell from the pictures
that that is what it's about, and suffice to say that's all that needs
to be said.
Of course Pravda would never stoop so low as to exploit its readers' social taboos and make weak jokes featuring words like 'buttock', 'pants' or 'faeces', or even such phrases as 'premeditated venting of bowel gas'. |
| We know how mature and sophisticated our readers are, and we don't want to appeal to the lowest common denominator by sneaking in such sentences as 'I do declare that this meal you have set before me, Mrs Higgins, has the odour one usually associates with the dislocated stomach juices one expects as a result of involuntary nausea' which comes form a book of ettiquette published by a seventeenth century novelist called Josiah Askew, not from the Pravda editorial intray of Patently Derivative Comedy for Filling Pages. |
So neither will we be pushed into publishing references to medical terms
or even the medical terms themselves. We shall continue stoutly to resist
words like 'sphincter' and circumlocutions such as 'effervescence'. Such
words are paltry substitutes for our own brand of innovative humour. We
have no need to prop ourselves up by references to 'flatus' or 'diarrhoea'
or the poetry of Crepitus Ventri.
You simply won't find those words in Pravda. So enjoy them here and now, because you won't see them again. |