This rather wonderful Victorian novel - Robert Surtees' Ask Mamma, or The Richest Commoner in England - advertises itself thusly:
IT may be a recommendation to the lover of light literature to be told that the following story does not involve the complication of a plot. It is a mere continuous narrative of an almost every-day exaggeration, interspersed with sporting scenes and excellent illustrations by LEECH.
Every day exaggeration? With sporting scenes? And no plot? WHERE DO I SIGN
I guess it also contains dressed-up dogs who keep other naked dogs as pets.
The hero of the work is "Fine Billy" who is fine indeed.
Nature had favoured Billy's pretensions in the lady-killing way. In person he was above the middle height, five feet eleven or so, slim and well-proportioned, with a finely-shaped head and face, fair complexion, light brown hair, laughing blue eyes, with long lashes, good eyebrows, regular pearly teeth and delicately pencilled moustache. Whiskers he did not aspire to. In the dress department he was ably assisted by his mother, a lady of very considerable taste, who not only fashioned his clothes but his mind.
I don't even know what the hell this is supposed to be.