misanthropic disposition
I don't accept that. Impatient maybe. I'm certain the pompous will not find in you a friendly audience. But I see kindness--mixed with a wry, sometimes hard humor.
From Munich we caught a train to Paris, another from Paris to Calais, a boat from Calais to Dover and a train from Dover to London,
In 1972 I made the very same journey, except I took a train from Vienna instead of Munich and flew back to New York from London.
I could never work for anyone and would have to be my own boss
This I believe.
As always, a charming, entertaining blog.
Another one for my Tinder profile:)
Ah ha, yet another thing in common. We shall have to compare lives one of these days and count the commonalities.
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