I've raised a lot of glasses. Drunk my share share of health and good will, things nothing to do with me. It's bad luck to cheers yourself and so I've avoided it. There's enough luck of all kinds going around without me getting involved. But I don't know what it means to drink in a lie. To hold up your glass and speak the words and know that none of them are true inside. I imagine that, if I knew the answer, and could go back in time, I would have smashed a lot of those glasses on the floor.
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