I'm re-reading Charles Dickens' A Tale of Two Cities, and near the beginning of Book the Second, chapter seven, "Monseigneur in Town," Dickens describes the morning ritual of Monseigneur, "one of the great lords in power at the Court" [the Duke of Orléans], taking his chocolate, on some day in 1780. About three pages into the description occurs this sentence:
"The leprosy of unreality disfigured every human creature in attendance upon Monseigneur."
If the shoe fits . . . .