The Modern Major-General boasts that he can "... tell you every detail of Caractacus's uniform."
Here's a contemporary illustration of a statue of Caractacus on public display in London in the second half of the 19th century:

This is the Caractacus with which Gilbert & his Victorian audience would have been acquainted.
I can't help feeling that Gilbert's lyric is a Victorian inside-joke! “Caractacus’s uniform” was little more than a loin-cloth. Knowing every detail of this uniform is not that much of an achievement!
Does this song try to define what a Renaissance man would be in Victorian England?
ReplyDeletesubtle read, brother!
ReplyDeleteI'd say it was very much the inside joke, at which the likes of Oscar Wilde might have chortled appreciatively...
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