I'm Arthur and I'm Fine

My plaque would read "Young Man with Parasol and Fan". I'd be shared among the finest museums in the world, where the educated classes would come to marvel at the details of my face and the stunning proportions of my form. They'd stare for hours, entranced. My elegance would make them reflect upon the shortcomings of their own lives; I'd bring grown men to tears with my unwavering perfection. Then I'd leap off this pedestal and shout "BOO!"