Then you know nothing. A gentleman always laughs and then breaks wind, not only so that womenfolk and others with weak constitutions may cover their noses with an ointment-soaked handkerchief, but so that the breaking of the wind punctuates both the jocularity of the thing that caused the gentleman to laugh and the importance of the gentleman's reaction.

So, you see, the laugh and the breaking of the wind are naught when encounter'd alone. But by their powers combined, I am Captain Planet.

P.S. Ace poem <{Baba^Yaga}>. OR SHOULD I SAY HORUS8. I am mystified by the inclusion of a cricket in this biography, however. Surely you know the tale of -=Dark_Angel=- and Grandfather Cricket, and what passed between them, and what came about thence?