I knew I was a winner back in the late sixties. I knew I was destined for great things. People will say that kind of thinking is totally immodest. I agree. Modesty is not a word that applies to me in any way - I hope it never will.
Recipe writers hate to write about heat. They despise it. Because there aren't proper words for communicating what should be done with it.
Self-complacency is pleasure accompanied by the idea of oneself as cause.
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