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I'm An Enormously Talented Man, And There's No Use Pretending That I'm Not.

A Bloody Good Thing, But Too Late.

Thousands Of People Have Talent. I Might As Well Congratulate You For Having Eyes In Your Head. The One And Only Thing That Counts Is: Do You Have Staying Power?

That Strange Feeling We Had In The War. Have You Found Anything In Your Lives Since To Equal It In Strength? A Sort Of Splendid Carelessness It Was, Holding Us Together.

Familiarity Breeds Contempt, But Without A Little Familiarity It's Impossible To Breed Anything.