Weisenheimer

We knew there's no keeping a born scholar ignorant, and at heart, I think, we didn't really want to, but we were nervous, even frightened, at the statistics on child pedants and academic weisenheimers who grow up into faculty-recreation-room savants.

Sex became what we would term a "cult" hit, drawing young, self-consciously cynical patrons—Variety called them the "jaded weisenheimers"—who were bemused by the novelty of real "dirt" on broadway.

The joy was bringing out my inner weisenheimer.

It was all a joke. A beautiful, well-conceived practical joke. Some weisenheimer, alone and in the area, had crafted the whole thing in just one night before the fire, a can of beer in one hand, a penknife in the other.