what breeds respect and what the view that one is less than the very dust, i wonder? what gets my contempt is living somewhere that thinks it is the best place to live in the world and enjoying it for the self-satisfactory reasons that brought it, like soap scum, to the surface. i wish i were more attentive in my drumming drills as a youngster since manual dexterity now looks so useful. if you ever find yourself cooking for me i would like you to remember that i dont really like tinned sweetcorn, but that fresh is fine.