Disconcerted, fatigued, and apprehensive… her bittersweet courageousness is disquieting. Stop! She trembles; it’s exasperating, but this discouraged disgust is somewhat delightful – warm and fuzzy… she feels vague. Suspiciously sympathetic for his malicious fowl play, her critical uncomfort is puzzling, she takes in a lungful of air, she feels queasy. Ah, The wonderful kindliness of an incensed vivacious nothing!
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"Be what you would seem to be -- or, if you'd like it put more simply -- Never imagine yourself not to be otherwise than what it might appear to others that what you were or might have been was not otherwise than what you had been would have appeared to them to be otherwise".
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