Self-improvement is discovered not in tomes, but in self–even a mythomane can learn not to feign. Excerpts may relay a hint or a guide, but lily-livered hearts change only when fear has died. Wisdom lies not in chlamys-clad thinkers of the past, but in optimistically-glad dreamers of at last. If a musophobist can be shown value in both meter and rhyme, then a boy can become a man with enough desire, effort, and time. ; )
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