In one of P.G. Wodehouse’s Ukridge stories, we read what I believe to be one of the most delightful descriptions of a dreadfully slow and boring experience.
During a taxicab tour of London, Corky Corcoran describes the commentary of a distasteful child as being expressed with
“…the gloomy importance of a confirmed bore about to hold forth on his favourite subject.”
P.G. Wodehouse, ‘The Return of the Battling Billson’, Ukridge (London: Arrow Books, 2004 ), p. 120.