Carol wrote:

> You're a lot nicer than I am.

Just happened to catch me right after eating. In general, this poem which
fits me well:


The tiger in the tiger-pit
Is not more irritable than I.
The whipping tail is not more still
Than when I smell the enemy
Writhing in the essential blood
Or dangling from the friendly tree.
When I lay bare the tooth of wit
The hissing over the archèd tongue
Is more affectionate than hate,
More bitter than the love of youth,
And inaccessible by the young.
Reflected from my golden eye
The dullard knows that he is mad.
Tell me if I am not glad!


"Lines for an Old Man" by T.S. Eliot


Bob