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I rejoice in the quick fire exchanges - a spin-off from the intellectual propagation of ideas appearing from nowhere around my dining-room table - where I ably instigate the evening's tone. I've grown in stature! A porthole has pierced the clouds, allowing a proud glimpse of the future ‘Me’, teeing off with splendid communicative drives, and lively conversations bubbling around. I've found a new peg for a different hat - a matter of incorporation (and fundamental by intent) within my basic style of living - to give it frequent display in my choice of attire.      Or like the great conductor with his band,      the symphony is played at my command.