Believe it or not it's not as rational as that. It's like drowning. On some evolutionary level you just say: What in the Sam Hill do I think I'm doing here? I remember when my brother got married. I was his best man and with him just before he entered the chapel. I had never seen a human being turn green before. Actually green--this weird creamy green. And he (and I) have got the best marriages I know. Anyway, if it should ever pertain to you, remember my advice. 'nuff said.
If I wouldn't get hit? You're damn right, I'd be at all of 'em. Normandy, Gettysburg, Thermopylae, whatever--as long as I didn't object to who I was fighting with or what for. Jesus, Clopin, that's like asking Taylor Swift if she'd sleep with a record producer.
Would you tell a moderately pretty/fairly plain girl she was gorgeous to get her in bed?




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