of the so-called great persons of the world have been very unhappy–have many and many times sighed for obscurity–sighed until their artificial hearts almost broke for a more intimate acquaintance with common, every day nature.
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Nope, not me. I love the adulation.
Good thing you’re so modest.
Oh, I am. Incredibly modest. One of my better features (one among many, of course.)
Of course. Along with wit, wisdom, and other minor attributes too numerous to mention.
Your keen perception is one of the reasons I like you, Peter.
What can I say? I’m very observant, and even better at flattery! (We all have our own special skills)
A place for everyone, and everyone in their place?
If you enjoy having men grovel at your feet…..
Need you ask?
It was a rhetorical comment.