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I Was Never An Angry Young Man. I Am Angry Only When I Hit My Thumb With A Hammer.

Man's Love Is Of Man's Life A Thing Apart;girls Aren't Like That.

When I Find Someone I Respect Writing About An Edgy, Nervous Wine That Dithered In The Glass, I Cringe. When I Hear Someone I Don't Respect Talking About An Austere, Unforgiving Wine, I Turn A Bit Austere And Unforgiving Myself. When I Come Across Stuff Like That And Remember About The Figs And Bananas, I Want To Snigger Uneasily. You Can Call A Wine Red, And Dry, And Strong, And Pleasant. After That, Watch Out.

If You Are Using An Adverb, You Have Got The Verb Wrong.

More Always Means Worse.