A razor company once invited George Bernard Shaw to shave his famous beard. He responded with a postcard:

Gentlemen:

I shall never shave, for the same reason that I started a beard, and for the reason my father started his. I remember standing at his side, when I was five, while he was shaving for the last time. “Father,” I asked, “Why do you shave?” He stood there for a full minute and finally looked down at me. “Why the hell do I?” he said.

– GBS

I never realized you were so beardy either.

Let's not forget the knickers!

I look forward to hipsters adopting proper knickers, they've already got sort of half-culottes with their fixie roll-up pant legs.

I wonder if his enjoyment of Shaw has been diminished when he found out he was a fascist.

I wonder if his enjoyment of Shaw has been diminished without access to Wikipedia.