A Victorian Scrapbook

PHRENOLOGIST (examining head): “You are a poet, my dear sir.”
Subject: “Never wrote a line of poetry in my life.”
Phrenologist: “Incredible! My dear sir, you should try your hand. You have taste, love of beauty, poetry, and art.”
Subject: “How do you know?”
Phrenologist: “Oh, easily enough. This bump over the left temple reveals it. It is an open book to the one who – “
Subject (checking him): “And the most remarkable thing about it is that the bump appeared only yesterday.”
Phrenologist: “Phenomenal! I cannot account for it.”
Subject (gloomily): “I can.”
Phrenologist: “Indeed! How?”
Subject: “I called a man a liar.”

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Also see Phrenology by George Burgess