Editing yourself is like an irksome coin toss. You've got to strip yourself of super ego and operate from the id. Maybe I've got my Freud mixed up. It's just hard to trade a beauty shot for the performance with truth and a brightly lit zit.
Most men have always wanted as much as they could get; and possession has always blunted the fine edge of their altruism.
I never desired to please the rabble. What pleased them, I did not learn; and what I knew was far removed from their understanding.

