What is it with them? Coming up the hill to the High Village yesterday afternoon I saw the second badly dressed, swivel eyed, pullover sporting, elderly hairy chinned man of the day.
Once a sign of divinity (-2000), then sagacity (-500), then liberality (-50), the beard is now virtually proof of a dissipated life. Academics, once the curliest of all professions, shun them. So do political candidates, PRs, pundits and priests.
Best (true) beard story: GB Shaw, perhaps the most famous bearded modern, as a child used to watch his father shave. Once he asked him why he did it. His father took the razor from his face, considered the question and asked himself 'Yes. Why do I shave?' Then he threw the razor out of the open window and never shaved again.