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Vanity Unmasked, or, Why You Shall Be The Fairest Of Them All
Mirror, mirror, on the wall, who is the fairest of them all?
Why, you are, my fair maiden or my fair prince, the fairest in all the land, and the smartest too: wisest, most gracious, inventive; most disciplined, sexy, stolid, adventurous, hip, and witty too.
It is you (in front of me).
You are the bestest, brightest, biggest, baddest, boldest of them all.
It is only you (in front of me).
There is only you (in front of me).
So, by a process of elimination, it must be you in front of me and you that is the fairest of them all, in all the land, including all those who stand in front of me, which is you.
You are the fairest of them all.
You have the best words and the best hair and the best clothes and the best ideas and the most effective plans and all the best interpretations and all of the knowledge and all of the wisdom and all of the maturity and all of the temperance and the bestest temperament and the biggest house and the fastest plane and the coolest boat and the most modern spaceship and all the courage and all the drive and all the best intentions and everything else that everybody else wants but only you can have.
