I have laboured to believe that, beneath your correctness, some intelligence resides. Your speech is orderly, your manners correct, and, to my misfortune, I find it a peculiar torment to endure a conversation so blameless and so barren.
I sit, I nod, I fade; and, without respite, it is endless, earnest, and entirely void of delight.
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