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[rm]

No matter how old I get, or how solid my nature, sense of self, or internal certitude becomes, I will always be flattered, I suppose, when those in serious professions I have no particular knowledge in (or even interest in pursuing) note that I would make a worthy apprentice.

When I meet the wizard, indeed.

Largely, this makes me slightly sad. Certainly, I've no longer the patience to be embarassed by it.

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[miep.livejournal.com]

why would one be embarrassed?

no one ever notes that of me.

[miep.livejournal.com]

oh blah. I think it's a myth.

so is the apprentice. apprentices are a myth.

and so are professions.

beyond that, I can't figure out where you keep meeting such pompous folk.