Comedown

I thought it was a comedown for the talented writer.

The comedown always sucks.

Tom is having a rough comedown.

He had two subjects of conversation, the shame and come-down of being a tramp, and the best way of getting a free meal.

I have to say it again, my Dearest Friend. What a wonderful Comedown for the Godhead! What a wonderful Comeuppance for Humankind! That’s because You, Lord God, Creator, Bellows Maker of All That Breathes, deigned to come to my hovel of a soul; once there, to fatten up the leanness of my soul with the plumpitude of Your Sacrament; that’s to say, with the plenitude of Your Divinity and Humanity.

“So how are you getting on at UCL?” said Penny kindly, as if it must be a sorry comedown after Oxford.