‘Those are matters we’re all guilty of from time to time, I suppose, ma’am. Maybe we couldn’t bear to live with ourselves if we saw ourselves as we really are.’
‘You are a philosopher, Mr Routh.’
‘No, just a good stupid horse that will eat his oats, ma’am.’
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