There ought to be a name for it, definitely. I'm tempted to call it Wilfred Syndrome, after a much-loved cuddly penguin in my possession whose expression suggests two things: 1) that he is extremely drunk, and 2) that the person he is looking at is most awfully clever, so that he is a little awestruck. I have a friend who finds him very comforting to have around while he is writing poetry, for that very reason.
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There ought to be a name for it, definitely. I'm tempted to call it Wilfred Syndrome, after a much-loved cuddly penguin in my possession whose expression suggests two things: 1) that he is extremely drunk, and 2) that the person he is looking at is most awfully clever, so that he is a little awestruck. I have a friend who finds him very comforting to have around while he is writing poetry, for that very reason.