"You've no pride" admonishes Isabelle as we drive into the town, referring to the results of my recent attempt at shaving but perhaps implying a more general character trait.
"You look like Hitler with those hairs you've left under your nose."
It could be true.
Coincidentally I could do with taking a leaf out of Hitler's book.
I need all the puffing up I can get for the coming showdown on Sunday, a bit of Egotism could do me no harm.
Sporting performance is all about mental attitude, an exaggerated estimate of my own abilities allied with a soupcon of arrogant assumption of superiority ought to do it.
The Walrus will be defeated and then - we invade Poland!
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