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If we did not flatter ourselves, the flattery of others could never harm us.


Self portrait. Mayfair Plaza Car Park, Sandy Bay. September 2012.

Theme Thursday?

TEMPTATION?

Don't TEMPT me!

Comments

Mrsupole said…
You are so tempting!!

You are also temptingly tall in the picture.

I wish I could say that flattery of others could never harm us but I think it is obvious it does.

Temptation, is such a hard thing to resist. So don't tempt me!!

God bless.
Brian Miller said…
ha. sometimes but i try not too....and love the wisdom in your title man...nice shadow shot...
joanne said…
I read and reread the opening quote, and still don't understand how others flattery can hurt us....Sometimes others mean to manipulate us with this flattery, so I guess in that sense it can be harmful...Did I figure it out?!
The Poet said…
Hello.
Interesting & intriguing quote. The silhouette is pretty tall too. Thanks for sharing.

This Plunderous World
Kris McCracken said…
Mrsupole, a rush job yesterday. My apologies.

Brian, I get a lot of these.

Joanne, flattery is far more dangerous than criticism. It makes people lazy.

Andy, hello!

Ritva said…
Hah! Very witty.... :)
Unspoken said…
HAH! I do believe you are tempted to make us believe you are incredibly tall and lanky! And like temptation sometimes does, there is a shadow concealing the truth!

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