If we are not ourselves corrupt beyond redemption, we can plainly tell the caliber of a man by his relations with others; particularly with children, with his chosen friends, and with animals. A superior man loves, respects, and finds delight in all of these according to their natures, and without taking the least thought for his own dignity. With children and animals he is notably attentive and respectful, even when he finds them irresistibly funny--even while hugging them or blowing on their tummies. With his friends he is happy to act like a boy himself. With women he is charming and a little shy. And when women behave indecorously, he reacts with astonished hilarity.
I burn hot. I tend to exhaust people in conversation, like Margaret Fuller did Carlyle. Which leaves me (but apparently not Margaret) always wishing I'd shut up sooner. I have quite a few friends and not many enemies, but I'm very proud of the few I do have. There is consensus among my friends about me, which is how I know to write about myself. What my enemies think of me I have no idea. That, of course, could be dangerous.
The list of interests and favorites is absurdly partial and half-assed, particularly as to music and books. It's the stupid format of the blog itself, as given, that, of course, I color outside the lines and burst the seams of.
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