When a public man lays his hand on his heart and declares that his conduct needs no apology, the audience hastens to put up its umbrellas against the particularly severe downpour of apologies in store for it. I won't give the customary warning. My conduct shrieks aloud for apology, and you are in for a thorough drenching.

-Beerbohm, Sir (Henry) Max(imilian)
  'A Straight Talk' (parody of George Bernard Shaw), in the Saturday Review, 22 Dec.