Like Cervantes at times, Mark Twain reveals a depth of melancholy beneath his playful humour, and like Moliere always, he has a deep scorn and a burning detestation of all sorts of sham and pretence, a scorching hatred of humbug and hypocrisy.
"The Wizard of Oz has always been a humbug," agreed Dorothy.
But I'm not, my piggy-wees; I'm a humbug wizard.
Our friend Oz is merely a humbug wizard, for he once proved it to me.
But I am one of the greatest humbug wizards that ever lived, and you will realize this when we have all starved together and our bones are scattered over the floor of this lonely cave.
"He's only a humbug Wizard, though," said Dorothy, smiling at him.
"Oz can do some good tricks, humbug or no humbug," announced Zeb, who was now feeling more at ease.
"How are your brains?" enquired the little humbug, as he grasped the soft, stuffed hands of his old friend.
The first thing the little humbug did was to produce a tiny white piglet from underneath his hat and pretend to pull it apart, making two.
"Rubbish, nonsense, humbug!" exclaimed Nicholas, and he thought: "How charming this Natasha of mine is!