i used to work in brighton with a tightly wound chap who was doing his best but losing the battle not to have a nervous breakdown
one day i drove him up to the high cliffs at beachy head
you could almost see the question marks written in beads of sweat on his forehead
then i got out of the car and bought him an ice-cream and said "you've got to learn to relax !"
of the seven deadly sins, the eighth and worst by far is emotional blackmail ... the diligent practise of this subtle and ancient art creates a constantly evolving darwinistic moral vacuum in which the brightest new manipulative ideas and stratagems flourish ... and which only you, or i, can fill !
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