I would never post ABOUT you, behind your back. But I may post TO you, and your proposed response will be music to my ears, as I am Gilbert reincarnate. [BTW, that is a flat-out lie - I never heard of the bloke 'til your mention]
Gilbert was knighted by Edward VII in 1907 and died in 1911, at age 74, while attempting to save a drowning woman.
From the same source, this, "Gilbert had shown a proclivity for caustic wit and sarcasm from an early age and it was this talent that put him on the path to greatness."
Well, I must say that I enjoy and participate in casutic wit and sarcasm (in moderation, of course), but in all humility cannot hold a candle to a master.
I am looking forward to a lesson, at your earliest convenience.
I have been to his home, Grym's Dyke ( it's now a hotel, where, in summer, they DO give performances of G&S operettas ), been all over the public rooms and grounds, and stood by the stone wall, which overlooks the waterway, where he died and cried. I also said a prayer for him there.
And now...here's just a wee bit of a song, meant especially for you. :-)
Whene're I poke
Sarcastic joke
Replete with malice spiteful.
This people mild
Politely smiled
And voted it delightful,
Now when a weight
Sits up all night
Ill-natured jokes devising,
And all his wiles
Are met with smiles
It's hard, there's no disguishing!
O, don't the days seem lank and long
When all goes right and nothing goes wrong,
And isn't you life extremely flat
With nothing whatever to grumble at!