Without a heart, how am I to feel love? Without love, how am I to feel hate? And without hate, how am I to know the exquisite sensation of mild annoyance?
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As my uncle Braceforth used to say, 'There are very few problems that cannot be made better with a night's sleep, breakfast, and a pickaxe.' He never went more than two miles from the warren in his life, but the principle still holds.