If The Tie Is A Window To The Soul, Then I Am Deeply Worried About Brian Tonight

Good heavens. Just what was happening avec cette cravate? I felt like I was viewing it through a cheap summertime window screen as its impossibly tiny purple and grey? blue? white? mesh pattern flickered and flitted upon my television screen. Certainly the impeccable knot was wasted upon this terrible tie, and we all know that the control room techs reached for the Tylenol well before the broadcast was over. (I know *I* kept looking for the teensy little rolly shade to pull down over the whole horrid thing.)