Withnail and I

Hunter S. Thompson's parting thoughts on attorney Dr. Gonzo, although he could equally well have been speaking of himself:

There he goes. One of God's own prototypes. A high-powered mutant of some kind never even considered for mass production. Too weird to live, too rare to die.

It appears that at least one other prototype was made. Withnail comes as close as I've seen to matching the journalist in chemical intake, hyperbolic mendacity, and pathetic desperation. Although my Python is not rusty, I was unprepared to meet a barrage of inflected preposterousness, greasy with limey and period slang, rapidly skittering between subtle and blatant, that is as dizzying as Thompson's own personal dialect.