Completely Unnecessary Exercise is completely unnecessary
Or not entirely completely, I guess, but pretty darn close.
Move on, nothing to see here. I hope.
Patience. Goodwill.
And a generous dose of cool, measured irony.
' ... From wrong to wrong the exasperated spirit Proceeds, unless restored by that refining fire Where you must move in measure, like a dancer.' The day was breaking. In the disfigured street He left me, with a kind of valediction, And faded on the blowing of the horn.
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