The depilators! taking all the hair off a real man's chest.

They wrote ponderous tomes to prove that Jan Steen was a teetotaler.

Somebody had deloused Villon and shown that the Grosse Margot of the ballade was not a woman but an inn sign.

Pretty soon they would be representing the poet as a priggishly honest and judicious man.

One would say that in writing their monographs these historians feared to dishonour themselves by treating of artists who had tasted somewhat fully and passionately of life.