It has always been a mystery to me how men can feel themselves honoured by the humiliation of their fellow beings.
You always hear people saying 'I hope I'm not turning into my dad' but I'd be honoured if I became half as decent a bloke as he is.
I often find myself privately stewing about much British art thinking that except for their tremendous gardens that the English are not primarily visual artists and are in nearly unsurpassable ways literary.