Pococurantism

The doom of Fate was, Be thou a Dandy! Have thy eye-glasses, opera-glasses, thy Long-Acre cabs with white-breeched tiger, thy yawning impassivities, pococurantisms; fix thyself in Dandyhood, undeliverable; it is thy doom.

It is queer the fantastic things quite good people will do in order to keep up their appearance of calm pococurantism.

Happier after that expression of poco-curantism, I strolled down to Veeraswamy's and thoughtfully gorged myself with curried lamb and buttered chapatis.