my temper I dare not vouch for. it is i believe too little yielding. certainly too little for the convenience of the world. i cannot forget the follies and vices of others so soon as I ought, nor their offences against myself. My feelings are not puffed about with every attempt to move them. my temper would perhaps be called resentful. my good opinion once lost is lost for ever.
After testing this theory against many episodes: you will be SMASHED.