Love & Passion Quote by James Thurber

Sophistication, in Thurber's hands, isn’t a lacquered set of manners; it’s a survival skill for keeping your social mask intact while something absurdly threatening lurks nearby. The joke lands because he defines menace not as war or poverty but as a “formidable” threat to “poise and prestige” - two things the anxious upper-middle class treats as life support. Then he punctures that pretension with a menu of dangers that are half drawing-room realism (the butler, a walking reminder that someone is watching you perform yourself) and half childish nightmare (“the man under the bed”), collapsing adult status anxiety into the logic of a scared kid.

The parenthetical is doing the real work. “Such as” pretends to be clinical, like he’s writing an etiquette manual, but it’s really a trapdoor into farce. By the time we reach “but never the husband,” Thurber flips the knife: the husband is excluded not because he’s harmless, but because he’s too intimate, too ordinary, too structurally embedded to count as an exciting “menace.” In a culture that romanticized marriage as stability, Thurber implies the opposite: spouses are either invisible to the prestige game or so implicated in it that they can’t be treated as an external threat. The line also winks at gendered domestic comedy of his era, where the household’s real drama isn’t gothic intruders but the banal power struggles and disappointments everyone is trained to pretend aren’t there.

It works because it satirizes sophistication as a nervous performance: grace under pressure, yes, but the pressure is mostly ridiculous - which is precisely the point.