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AlicexHatter Sprints 2What we talk about when we talk about ourselves My mother once told me not to discuss myself with other people, that it wasn't polite. My dear, do not talk about yourself, she said, gazing into her vanity mirror, Talk about the weather, speak of what you have learned of life, only do not talk of yourself. The keyword here is once, for she told me but once, and I did not seem to need encouragement after that. I have found many things in the years since then to talk about, and the weather is curiously never among them. What we talk about when we talk about ourselves is each other. We sidestep one another, hanging off a Roman colonnade and looking down at the deep fish under the dark reflecting pool. We talk of what you have done in polite tones, talking about ourselves through each other, and in this way perhaps we understand one another better, taking on the task of mannerly speech
Metamorphosis"Hmm, it looks like the wind is changing.""Ah. Change is good.""Yeah, but it's not easy."The Lion King Reginald had always liked the hours of nightfall.It may have been because the soothing darkness muted the shine and colors of what would otherwise distract him and drive him into an overexcited frenzy. Maybe it was simply because he was tuckered out from his frenetic daytime activities. He didn't know precisely why, but the 'why' of anything rarely concerned him. He only knew that his mindset was less questionable at night, his temperament more reliable. It was a time for critical tasks that a fluctuating mentality would otherwise botch up.The road he walked was marked by the ceaseless come-and-go of carriage wheels and the beasts that pulled them. He could have called for a carriage himself, of course, but this was one of those splendid evenings that called for better than that. This particular night was a thing of beauty and to breeze through it on anything other than h