a favourite poem
Most people hate egotists.
They remind them of themselves.
I love egotists.
They remind me of me.
- R. Smullyan
I guess I'll never forget her. And maybe I don't want to. Her spirit was wild, like a wild monkey. Her beauty was like a beautiful horse being ridden by a wild monkey. I forget her other qualities. - Jack Handey
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