Reading over these notes, which were simply a journal of my year at the Stone House, I am absolutely appalled. So often, looking back over my past life, I exclaim: "My God, who is this?" Seen from here I appear as a most unsightly cartoon of someone who is awful enough to begin with...simpering, complacent, callous... "Got his ass bit by a dog." "Leaving one feeling vaguely guilty" ... "like an Arab boy who knows he is being naughty" ...snippy old English queen voice... "I am looking to find a good home for Smoky."
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