The best satirists unmoor one from the quotidian wake of thought. Saki leaves one with a sense of discomfort, the sense that his youngest characters – i.e. Vera and Reginald – leave all their elders with (save the unconventional ones). Unconventionality is the usual saving grace in the universe of Saki. No philosophical school can remain not blushful while perusing Saki. Or H.L. Mencken, for that matter, who described metaphysics as a ‘salvo of nonsense.’ I feared for years that I had missed the point of metaphysics’ existence. Being qua being, it appears not to exist. Me 1, Metaphysics 0.