In my ceaseless, shuttling peregrinations through my moral being I detected a small thought that suggested that a judicious dose of misanthropy is probably a sensible corrective to starry-eyed optimism about myself and my fellow human beings. The moment this thought struck I realised that this may make me guilty of hate crime. It's only a matter of time before I hand myself in at my local Copshop as I am finding it impossible to live with myself now.........
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