The world that summer

"There is nothing more beautiful or so alluring than self-deceit. In a World full of dead ends there is little to hold onto. One sees oneself in how one stands in relation to others. That can be a lonely picture. Lies, therefore, dominate. Sedge grows in the fen flourishing in the water burning the blood of everyone who touches it. There is no cure. When all seems lost, something unexpected happens. To taint beyond redemption. The World That Summer".
Douglas P.

Reasons for hating the net..No.44

What I dislike about internet conversations is that any true agility of mind is lost, leaving the road clear for "esprit d'escalier" artists to spend days working on their smart ass responses..Negating an artistry that is a result of half a lifetime of polishing my skills in North London pubs.

Question

For indigo..Be a gent and have the common courtesy to answer my question as to how you arrived at "proofreading"..
Please dont try to play mind games on someone engaged in traversing the screaming wastelands of nervous breakdown