twit

Its inhabitants are those of “there will always be an England” England: stern vicars, timid curates, lords and earls, penniless titled wastrels living on allowances from their uncles, imperious aunts, upper-crust twits.

I’m not saying that Min has to be a privileged twit.

Nelis renders the professor a pompous and pedantic twit but not a heartless one.

Jane Austen wrote takedowns of this kind of ninny two centuries ago — how fun to see Pike update her twit to the post-Y2K era.

It’s impossible to believe that such sounds could have issued from such twits.