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You Have Many Fine Qualities That I Admire. But You Are Out Of Time. You Should Have Been Born A Century Ago, When Values Such As Yours Meant Something.

I Have A Very Varied Taste In Music. Everything From Rap To Classical To Latino To Rat Pack To Jazz.

If The Real World Were A Book, It Would Never Find A Publisher. Overlong, Detailed To The Point Of Distraction-and Ultimately, Without A Major Resolution.

Don't Ever Call Me Mad, Mycroft. I'm Not Mad. I'm Just ... Well, Differently Moraled, That's All.

I've Managed To Bring The Backlog Down To A Mere Sixty-eight Years," She Announced With Some Small Sense Of Achievement. "i Hope To Be Able To Start Marking The Papers Of Pupils Who Are Still Alive By The End Of The Decade.