(19) Katsaridaphobia
Dear Ms. Fussy Zaroor , I am positively exhilarated to have received your epistolary rejoinder to my humble observations on the labyrinthine subject of the US–Iran accord . Equally enchanting were the bouquets and brickbats you hurled at me with such sesquipedalian panache that even the insults arrived perfumed with intellectual sophistication. I am further tickled by the revelation that you not only wield your pen in faithful emulation of your revered Saar but have also contrived to replicate his physiognomy with almost unnerving fidelity. I harbour little doubt that your vocal cadences, too, resonate with the same mellifluous gravitas. Your sartorial predilections, coupled with your carefully choreographed poses before imposing Bookshop surprisingly named Epeolatry , bespeak an almost liturgical devotion to bibliophilic elegance. One is left wondering whether this is mere admiration or a full-fledged case of delightful Tharoorosis ; a condition in which dictionaries...