Henry, You know tw's script by heart. You know he's going to twist your words and call you a child like it's a bad thing. But he'll die soon of excess adultness, while the picture in the attic gets younger.
You on the other hand, crow about being an individual, a free soul, while paying taxes, following the rules of the road, avoiding arrest, and meshing with the other members of society. Methinks you're a rebel in spirit living a cooperative, go-along-to-get-along, life.
Nothing wrong with that.
