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There are two kinds of egotists: Those who admit it, and the rest of us.

A small boy who thinks that he's a big boy sitting on park bench in Cornelian Bay. Note the seagull on the upper left, the Tasman Bridge in the centre right, as well as the boatsheds on the right. The boatsheds burned down the day after this photo was taken, and no, I don't let Henry play with matches.

With regard to excellence, it is not enough to know, but we must try to have and use it.

1: They are not brown , rather a distinctive black and white 2: They don't spin. 3: They do slobber and sound like the Devil himself . 4: They stink when stressed. 5: They prefer eating dead stuff that they've found rather than the hard yakka of finding it themselves. 6: The first Tasmanian settlers ate Tasmanian Devil, which they described as tasting like veal . Given their protected status, I doubt anyone is out there gobbling them up now. This particular Tassie Devil was Henry and Ezra's favourite of the mob of them at ZooDoo last Friday.