Solemnity. I don’t know what it’s for. What is the point of it. The two most beautiful memorial services that I ever attended both had a lot of humour. And it somehow freed us all and made the services inspiring and cathartic. But solemnity. It serves pomposity and the self-important always know at some level of their consciousness that their egotism is going to be punctured by humour. That’s why they see it as a threat. And so, dishonestly, pretend that their deficiency makes their views more substantial when it only makes them feel bigger.John Cleese (via lazysmirk)
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