What sort of a person am I ?
I genuinely do not know.
I have deliberately forgotten.
Because then I would not have anything to be melodramatic about.
"To men of nicely poised nervous organisation such as ourselves, Comrade Windsor," said Psmith, smoothing his waistcoat thoughtfully, "these scenes are acutely painful. We wince before them. Our ganglions quiver like cinematographs. Gradually recovering command of ourselves, we review the situation. . . . . ."
I genuinely do not know.
I have deliberately forgotten.
Because then I would not have anything to be melodramatic about.
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