From the Musical Comedy Dept.

I'm very good at integral and differential calculus;
I know the scientific names of beings animalculous:
In short, in matters vegetable, animal, and mineral,
I am the very model of a modern Major-General.

For my military knowledge, though I'm plucky and adventury,
Has only been brought down to the beginning of the century;
But still, in matters vegetable, animal, and mineral,
I am the very model of a modern Major-General.

Postscript: Jan. 29 -- William Osborne's comment below is dead on. Here are just two of the "choicest details" from the article highlighted by The Atlantic:

"He [Assange] was alert but disheveled, like a bag lady walking in off the street, wearing a dingy, light-colored sport coat and cargo pants, dirty white shirt, beat-up sneakers and filthy white socks that collapsed around his ankles. He smelled as if he hadn't bathed in days."

And:

"The derelict with the backpack and the sagging socks now wore his hair dyed and styled, and he favored fashionably skinny suits and ties. He became a kind of cult figure for the European young and leftish and was evidently a magnet for women."

Now notice the cover headline on the print edition of The NYT Magazine: The Boy Who Kicked the Hornet's Nest, an obvious play on the title of the Steig Larsson novel, but it certainly serves the purpose of degrading Assange. It could have been written, The Man Who... but that would have been contrary to the tone of Keller's story. A more accurate reflection of the tone would have been the The Dirtbag Who ... or The Derelict Who ... or The Smelly One Who ... or The Paranoiac Who ... It might as well have been any of those.