The Twits

“If a person has ugly thoughts, it begins to show on the face. And when that person has ugly thoughts every day, every week, every year, the face gets uglier and uglier until it gets so ugly you can hardly bear to look at it.

A person who has good thoughts cannot ever be ugly. You can have a wonky nose and a crooked mouth and a double chin and stick-out teeth, but if you have good thoughts they will shine out of your face like sunbeams and you will always look lovely.”

Now, where do I begin? Ah yes! Let’s start with Mr. and Mrs. Twit. Well, I assure you, that both of them are a little bit, say, a few sandwiches short of a picnic or if you prefer something blunter, they’re not one of the brightest bulbs on the Christmas tree.

Mr. Twit is a very bushy, nailbrushy-faced, grizzly old man who doesn’t bother with his appearance.

I can’t for the life of me understand why he’d rather bury himself in that grubby face of his. And please ladies and gentlemen, I implore you not to peer into that dreadful crevasse of moustachy bristles filled with mouldy and magotty morsels!

Mrs. Twit is just like Mr. Twit, but she’s no better than him. She’s as foul as his malodorous husband with a walking stick and a glass eye!

They are one of the most hideous characters who’d exact revenge upon each other, given a chance.

“I’ll swish you to a swazzle! I’ll swash you to a swizzle! I’ll gnash you to a gnozzle! I’ll gnosh you to a gnazzle!”

And if that wasn’t enough for vengeance, there’s this Giant Skillywiggler with teeth like screwdrivers, eat-me-up-while-its-hot Squiggly Spaghetti, the dreadful shrink, some Hugtight extraordinary glue for extra staying power — perfect for your Wednesday’s Bird Pie supper!


Or even Boy Pie supper for that matter, if you want to satiate your cannibalistic tendencies.

“He’s going to boil us!”
“He’ll stew us alive!”
“He’ll cook us with carrots!”

Oh, what a fun way to bake some spoiled children! Errr… I beg your pardon, but that was my doppelgänger talking. I have to restrain him once more.

Now, on to the Twit’s garden, we go!

This two nasty couple keep Muggle-Wump and his family locked in a protective cage. This poor family are coerced to perform upside-down tricks for the Twit’s amusement, including eating, dancing, playing, drinking, and all the jazz! What the Twits don’t realize is that Muggle-Wump along with the Roly-Poly Bird is crafting a brilliant plan to get rid of them once and for all…

was truly an imaginative yet horrid tale filled with peculiar characters, unbridled wickedness, misanthropic undertones, playful wit, and clever word play — all done with cheeky humour! It seems that Dahl himself has a certain kind of aversion when it comes to unkempt appearance. Is Dahl implying that Mr. Twit needs some kind of manscaping or he isn’t just fond of all that hairy mess? If you analyse further, he seems to be also discriminatory. Just look at Mrs. Twit’s glass eye, which in reality you might call lazy eye or amblyopia. A case of lookism? The way he narrates this one too: “But these were English birds and they couldn’t understand the weird African language the monkeys spoke.” A case of racism? As whimsical as this story might seem, there are bullying, toxic relationships, bias against idiots (thus the title), and revenge (is a dish best served cold). Well, that’s only my hypotheses. Despite all that speculation, if you dig further and deeper, you’ll find a hidden gem. And that is… the Golden Rule — a maxim we all know by heart and might be the heart of the story too! I feel broad of the rejoice of spring ! This was such a delightful short book. My morbid, inner child could n’t have been more ecstatic ! Should I call person a twerp or a dimwit ? I guess, no. That would be very crude of me ! My doppelgänger would approve otherwise. And since I ‘m not like my baleful doppelgänger, I would leave all the diaphanous nastiness to him along with Mr. and Mrs. Twit, who are besides quite hideous, if you ask me. I ‘d preferably have pleasant thoughts preferably than wicked ones.Now, where do I begin ? Ah yes ! Let ‘s start with Mr. and Mrs. Twit. Well, I assure you, that both of them are a little snatch, say, a few sandwiches short of a picnic or if you prefer something blunt, they ‘re not one of the brightest medulla oblongata on the Christmas tree.Mr. Twit is a identical bushy, nailbrushy-faced, grizzly old valet who does n’t bother with his appearance.I ca n’t for the life of me understand why he ‘d rather bury himself in that begrimed face of his. And please ladies and gentlemen, I implore you not to peer into that dreadful crevasse of moustachy bristles filled with moldy and magotty morsels ! Mrs. Twit is just like Mr. Twit, but she ‘s no better than him. She ‘s a foul as his malodorous husband with a walking stand by and a glass eye ! They are one of the most hideous characters who ‘d demand retaliation upon each other, given a chance.And if that was n’t enough for vengeance, there ‘s this colossus Skillywiggler with teeth like screwdrivers, eat-me-up-while-its-hot Squiggly Spaghetti, the awful shrivel, some Hugtight extraordinary glue for supernumerary staying exponent — perfective for your Wednesday ‘s Bird Pie supper ! Or flush Boy Pie supper for that matter, if you want to satiate your cannibalistic tendencies.Oh, what a fun way to bake some botch children ! Errr … I beg your pardon, but that was my doppelgänger talking. I have to restrain him once more.Now, on to the Twit ‘s garden, we go ! This two nasty couple keep Muggle-Wump and his family locked in a protective cage. This poor family are coerced to perform inverted tricks for the Twit ‘s amusement, including eat, dancing, play, toast, and all the wind ! What the Twits do n’t realize is that Muggle-Wump along with the roly-poly Bird is crafting a brilliant plan to get rid of them once and for all … The Twits was rightfully an imaginative yet hideous fib filled with particular characters, unbridled loathsomeness, misanthropic undertones, playful wit, and cagey word bring — all done with brash humor ! It seems that Dahl himself has a certain kind of aversion when it comes to unkempt appearance. Is Dahl implying that Mr. Twit needs some kind of manscaping or he is n’t precisely fond of all that hairy mess ? If you analyse far, he seems to be besides discriminatory. just expect at Mrs. Twit ‘s glass eye, which in reality you might call lazy eye or amblyopia. A lawsuit of lookism ? The direction he narrates this one excessively : A case of racism ? vitamin a capricious as this narrative might seem, there are bullying, toxic relationships, bias against idiots ( frankincense the title ), and retaliation ( is a dish best served cold ). Well, that ‘s alone my hypotheses. Despite all that speculation, if you dig far and deeper, you ‘ll find a hide muffin. And that is … the Golden Rule — a maxim we all know by kernel and might be the affection of the fib excessively !