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A man of many words. Profane, profound, loyal to a fault and a right rat bastard. I love the finer things in life: expensive cigars, cheap women and all the salted, cured meats I can eat. A friend to dogs, lover of humanity and despiser of people. If I were King the world would be a better place, because, well...I would be King! Oh, and I like ice cream.

Saturday, April 08, 2006

"Every Tomorrow Ought Not To Resemble Every Yesterday"

From West With The Night by Beryl Markham, 1942.

I heard that!

For the next month I'm living out of this pack. Next up: Airport hassle, then London.

Let's get it on.

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