Dear 338171 (may I Call You 338?)

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

I Also Avoid Green Vegetables. They're Grossly Overrated.

I Can Take Any Amount Of Criticism, As Long As It Is Unqualified Praise.

I Want A Horse And Plough, Chickens Too, Just One Cow, With A Wistful Moo.

My Importance To The World Is Relatively Small. On The Other Hand, My Importance To Myself Is Tremendous. I Am All I Have To Work With, To Play With, To Suffer And To Enjoy. It Is Not The Eyes Of Others That I Am Wary Of, But Of My Own. I Do Not Intend To Let Myself Down More Than I Can Possibly Help, And I Find That The Fewer Illusions I Have About Myself Or The World Around Me, The Better Company I Am For Myself.