men like us

There are so many men like us – who knows what we might have become in different times? Average failures all the same – quite possibly; most of us are, whenever we’re favoured to be born. But in other times, maybe our own particular strengths might have been more fulsomely appreciated, more bountifully remunerated. Maybe there WAS a time and a place for the anxious coward, the perpetual inadequate, the gloom sodden neurotic…

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