Why is it that for some people the head governs the heart and for some others it is the other way round? Why is it that I love the rain and my best friend detests it? Why then do I rejoice when I see the stars after many a cloudy night and my friend prefers the TV to that twinkling blanket? Why is it that the most manipulative of diplomats get their share of joy and success and the most helpful and sympathetic must be left alone and eluded?
What is the feeling that one must have so one may feel he felt correctly?
What is the feeling that one must have so one may feel he felt correctly?
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