The Devil is a gentleman, and asks you down to stay
At his little place at What'sitsname (it isn't far away).
They say the sport is splendid; there is always something new,
And fairy scenes, and fearful feats that none but he can do;
He can shoot the feathered cherubs if they fly on the estate,
Or fish for Father Neptune with the mermaids for a bait;
He scaled amid the staggering stars that precipice, the sky,
And blew his trumpet above heaven, and got by mastery
The starry crown of God Himself, and shoved it on the shelf;
But the Devil is a gentleman, and doesn't brag himself.
O blind your eyes and break your heart and hack your hand away,
And lose your love and shave your head; but do not go to stay
At the little place in What'sitsname where folks are rich and clever;
The golden and the goodly house, where things grow worse for ever;
There are things you need not know of, though you live and die in vain,
There are souls more sick of pleasure than you are sick of pain;
There is a game of April Fool that's played behind its door,
Where the fool remains for ever and the April comes no more,
Where the splendour of the daylight grows drearier than the dark,
And life droops like a vulture that once was such a lark:
And that is the Blue Devil that once was the Blue Bird;
For the Devil is a gentleman, and doesn't keep his word.
At his little place at What'sitsname (it isn't far away).
They say the sport is splendid; there is always something new,
And fairy scenes, and fearful feats that none but he can do;
He can shoot the feathered cherubs if they fly on the estate,
Or fish for Father Neptune with the mermaids for a bait;
He scaled amid the staggering stars that precipice, the sky,
And blew his trumpet above heaven, and got by mastery
The starry crown of God Himself, and shoved it on the shelf;
But the Devil is a gentleman, and doesn't brag himself.
O blind your eyes and break your heart and hack your hand away,
And lose your love and shave your head; but do not go to stay
At the little place in What'sitsname where folks are rich and clever;
The golden and the goodly house, where things grow worse for ever;
There are things you need not know of, though you live and die in vain,
There are souls more sick of pleasure than you are sick of pain;
There is a game of April Fool that's played behind its door,
Where the fool remains for ever and the April comes no more,
Where the splendour of the daylight grows drearier than the dark,
And life droops like a vulture that once was such a lark:
And that is the Blue Devil that once was the Blue Bird;
For the Devil is a gentleman, and doesn't keep his word.
— G. K. Chesterton, The Aristocrat
He's the hairy-handed gent, who ran amok in Kent.
Lately he's been overheard in Mayfair.
You better stay away from him; he'll rip your lungs out, Jim.
Huh, I'd like to meet his tailor.
Lately he's been overheard in Mayfair.
You better stay away from him; he'll rip your lungs out, Jim.
Huh, I'd like to meet his tailor.
— Warren Zevon, "Werewolves of London"
One must commit acts of the highest treason only when dressed in the most resplendent finery.
— Sebastian O, Sebastian O #1
Please allow me to introduce myself... I'm a man of wealth... and taste.
— V, V for Vendetta
Well I mean, the company's clearly evil. Aside from all the people I stick back together, you guys are developing anti-superhuman weapons and stuff. And Frankie Ibis' office has that "I'm evil" aesthetic to it. Anyone who has a nice office enjoys their job, and anyone who enjoys their job is hiding something.
— Esmerelda Bizarre, Redd
You can see him, yeah
He's always on the town
And he's dressed to kill
He always looks so fine
When he wants to walk
He'll walk all over you
He's always on the town
And he's dressed to kill
He always looks so fine
When he wants to walk
He'll walk all over you
— "Mr Big", by Icehouse
Elvis: "Who'd have thought he'd be a man of wealth AND taste, eh?"
...
Adelle: "Still, this stuff's probably all stolen, right? Or bought with dirty money, anyway..."
Elvis: "Aye, I wouldn't be surprised. Mustn't let the man's exquisite taste distract us from the fact that he's a wrong'un, eh?"
I'm sensing a million screaming souls and the most wonderful aftershave.
