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I Have Nothing But Myself To Write About, No Facts, No Theories, No Opinions, No Adventures, No Sentiments, Nothing But My Own Poor Barren Individualism, Of Considerable Interest To Me, But I Do Not Know Why I Should Presume It Will Be So To You. Egotism Is Not Tiresome, Or It Ought Not To Be, If One Is Sincere About Oneself; But It Is So Hard To Be Sincere. Well, Never Mind, I Mean To Be, And You Know Me Well Enough To See Through Me When I Am Humbugging.

-James Anthony Froude

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I Have Nothing But

James Anthony Froude

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I Have Nothing But Myself To Write About, No Facts, No Theories, No Opinions, No Adventures, No Sentiments, Nothing But My Own Poor Barren Individualism, Of Considerable Interest To Me, But I Do Not Know Why I Should Presume It Will Be So To You. Egotism Is Not Tiresome, Or It Ought Not To Be, If One Is Sincere About Oneself; But It Is So Hard To Be Sincere. Well, Never Mind, I Mean To Be, And You Know Me Well Enough To See Through Me When I Am Humbugging.

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For Me This World Was Neither So High Nor So Low As The Church Would Have It; Chequered Over With Its Wild Light Shadows, I Could Love It And All The Children Of It, More Dearly, Perhaps, Because It Was Not All Light.

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