I abhor hypocrisy, but only in others, not in myself.
“I don’t know how women work.”
A line of dialogue from the recent TV production of Sanditon.
My epitaph of choice, please: What was all that about?
Q: In this world of technological excellence, this world of all pervasive communications with one’s fellow human, what information should we believe?
A: None of it.
Never help an elephant other than from a considerable distance away.
And this is how my world will end, not with a bang but a whimper.
Politicians have lost their collective mind. Dreadful people.
Build a shed. No finer activity for body and mind.
Old dogs and children and watermelon wine. But, mainly, old dogs.
The definition of a true friend is someone who will tell you at every opportunity what someone else has said about you out of your hearing. Especially (in fact, only) if what they have said is less than complimentary.
It’s great to have friends.