The human mind can’t cope with things that are too large, or important, or portentous. There comes a point where your brain goes “right, that’s it, I can’t cope. I need to bring this thing that’s overwhelming me down to size”.
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When you’re still having to pinch yourself to prove that, yes, we really are second in the table, it seems a little churlish to be greedily anticipating the possibility of going top. Even if only for 18 hours.
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an old grey dog 
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