hobgoblin

He has taken Emerson’s nostrum about consistency being “the hobgoblin of little minds” to its acid-flashback extreme: no consistency, no mind to speak of, but one hell of a hobgoblin.

But many people also "consider" the Earth to be flat or believe Ernst is a hobgoblin in a lady suit.

There’s a catch: Every day, a blood offering, like a slice of liver, must be left for the Redcaps, the hungry, hooded hobgoblins who call the property home.

It is in part because of these abilities that she became a hobgoblin of the right - a villain whose name or imagine headlined countless fundraising pitches and political adverts.

I’m fine with that; a foolish adherence to canon is the hobgoblin of small minds.