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Learn to Let It Go. . .

 I'm not normally one for platitudes, but this one is a useful life lesson.

Here's another small tip for those of us interested in acquiring greater layers of polish and sophistication through an ongoing program of self-improvement.  

When, in the face of overwhelming evidence that indicates otherwise, it it sometimes far better to own up to things rather than continue the elaborate facade.  It's much better to concede than it is to enter into bizarre denials, worthy of theater of the absurd.  People aren't that stupid, you see.   

Gesticulations of one kind or another, intended more to obfuscate than clear the air, might be humorous were it not so pathetic.  And it really should be something that is just not done.  Not by our kind of people, dear.

At some point, we all must learn to Let It Go, back away, and accept the consequences of our actions for better or worse.  Learning to to do so is a highly useful tool to have in the style-in-the-broadest-sense toolbox. 

-- Heinz-Ulrich

P.S.
Watch for an upcoming review of Charles Tyrwhitt dress shirts.  I'm wearing the first of three new ones today and am very pleased with it.
P.P.S.
On further reflection, we're there as far as theater of the absurd goes.  We're there.

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