How terrible! I hope I never know what it is to be a hateful, old man - for I am assuming he is one. I very much prefer to fill the world with love in the form of my creations. And when I die, I would want people to remember me well and fondly.

I suppose I am lucky as a man that I get to pick and choose where I go. I attend those society events that hold interest to me. Things for the Podmore Zoo or other things related to creatures of the world, the Library or Museum are society to-dos I might decide to go attend. And once in a while my mother urges me to go to balls and garden parties. Who knows? Perhaps we have danced together and did not know it!

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— set by MJ —