Poison pen letters are usually composed and sent to upset the recipient. They are purely malicious. They serve no real purpose other than to be mean.
Recently, this old geezer was the subject of such a letter. Fancy that...
It had something to do with the old geezer being as horrid as the Great Plague that hit Europe in the Middle Ages.
Knowing full well that I am far from perfect, I take such critism of me character with the thoughts of the following quote;
“It is not the critic who counts; not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles, or where the doer of deeds could have done them better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood, who strives valiantly; who errs and comes short again and again; because there is not effort without error and shortcomings; but who does actually strive to do the deed; who knows the great enthusiasm, the great devotion, who spends himself in a worthy cause, who at the best knows in the end the triumph of high achievement and who at the worst, if he fails, at least he fails while daring greatly. So that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who know neither victory nor defeat.”
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