My feelings on Chaucer (and by extension, Middle English) were forever blighted by a Brit Lit 201 professor in my Louisiana university who insisted that the only way one could read The Canterbury Tales was as a Christian morality play, which harrowed my agnostic soul.

Instead, let us concentrate on the redemptive adorableness of the curly-toed shoes, the cap with a feather in it, and Mrs Bugg pretending to be shocked by the nether yeayea.