Titration

The witch is much maligned by society and much eulogized by her spouse, always.
The poor thumb-sucking spouse is so ashamed of being tied to her, he tries to dilute her ignominy by his extreme exaltation of her.
It never works.
But that is beside the point.
She had one affair, he subsequently had three.
She smokes pot, he began to snort coke.
Her toy boy is twenty, his new plaything is eighteen.
She screamed at the household help, he beat him up.
He explains her bad behaviour away as a reaction to his own evil deeds.
How now, brown cow, was this not the case before she arrived on the scene?
He puts this piece of shit on his head hoping that will make it look like a crown of gold.
No one is fooled, because it stinks so bad, except he who has lived with the odor so long he can't sense it any more.
The higher he piles on the shit, the more convinced he is of his having convinced the world he is wearing a crown of gold, and the harder people laugh at him for being such a fool.
It takes no Archimedes to calculate the density of this crown to tell it isn't gold!
   
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