Sarcasm: the last refuge of modest and chaste-souled people when the privacy of their soul is coarsely and intrusively invaded.
I refused to attend his funeral. But I wrote a very nice letter explaining that I approved of it.
What I claim is to live to the full the contradiction of my time, which may well make sarcasm the condition of truth.
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