For it was I who chose to start

All right, hilarious class story:

So, today we were looking at one of my favourite plays, Oscar Wilde's The Importance of Being Earnest. I ask for volunteers to read a passage out loud, something from the first act. Two ladies volunteer even though one of the parts is male. I say, whatever, no big deal.

Anyway, when they finished, I made whatever point I was trying to make and moved on to another scene, Gwendolen and Cecily's first encounter. I asked for two more volunteers to read and this guy in the front row puts up his hand. Now this guy is a really good student, a little quiet, but really bright. I smiled and told him to go for it. Well, he started. He affected this very board upper-class British accent and his voice went up about three octaves. And he kept it up for the whole scene. It was hysterical. Everyone was laughing. When they finished, I had to applaud.

"That was fantastic," I said.

He smiled and said rather matter-of-factly, "You should hear my Lady Bracknell."

I immediately found a long section with Lady Bracknell in it for him to read.