Moving into convalescence (though not quite recovered yet) from a period of long silences and short posts - a disturbingly universal condition as it turns out - the recovering, though still frail, patient promises... well, to fall off the wagon.
The first attempt however, notwithstanding Johnson and Gender (or Johnson on gender) must be appreciated more for the very fact of its existence than for its outstanding excellence. Much like most male children in North Indian Society - all they gotta do to be a veritable miracle of nature is exist successfully for as long as possible, and even that seems to prove tough going for most of them. Somehow the self-destructive gene seems to manifest itself in much more outwardly-directed violent impulses in males of the species, though thats not to say it's more predominant in males, I mean women still continue to marry men, right, and that's practically like cutting an arm off.
And yes, everyone's got their own little swan lake's and songs of course.
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