I too entreat you and your more-than-tinctures of holier-than-thou vicelessness (yep, I can make shit up too) will likewise not presume to come into my sight. You make my flesh crawl, to again use your own turn of phrase. Get bent.
PS. Yes, of course. It’s entirely possible that I just don’t get it. I probably should have read your tale with a hearty helping of Cliff’s Notes, or Spark’s Notes, or whatever the kids are using these days. But thanks to wikipedia and the interwebs, I think it more likely that I get it just barely enough to know I despise how you say it.
PPS. I bet your wife thinks you stink, too.