I’ve met a few despots, but never a copper-faced one.  Does it point to someone with a hard face, or who drank too much?  Either way, I like the surprise and originality of this unusual triologism.

‘… she must have preferred me to that copper-faced despot.’

May your world be despot-free, whatever the face be made of.

Source: Charlotte Bronte, Shirley (London: Collins, 1968), p. 426


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