Be-togaed

The visitor who sets foot within those precincts in which, year by year, colossal warriors jostle nymphs who, in their turn, leer at be-cloaked and be-togaed statesmen—under whose very eyes naked little Cupids sprawl and play antics that ought to put to the blush those respectable male and female busts which are literally shelved all round—cannot but feel stunned and dizzy, as it were, with the bustle and confusion of the crowd, from the moment of his entry to that of his exit.

Upon the fiftieth anniversary of his employment the Senate presented him a gold snuff-box, a senatorial institution, as may be gathered from the remarks of the old gentleman, who was abundant in anecdote of be[-]togaed snuff-takers.

Professor Sherman, meditating upon the shocking state of American Letters, becomes a bespectacled, be-toga-ed minister, palms joined in ecclesiastical anxiety.

You can almost see some be-togaed pre-Buckley Roman sage wistfully urging the barbarians to practice their Latin paradigms aloud so as to keep the language alive.

What is there to say about a movie that begins with a baby Shrek vomiting on a be-toga-ed holy man, and goes downhill from there?

(Somewhat bizarrely the recent statue of David Hume in Edinburgh’s High Street has him be-togaed in eighteenth-century fashion).