It is not the critic who counts; not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles, or where the doer of deeds could have done them better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood; who strives valiantly; who errs, who comes short again and again, because there is no effort without error and shortcoming...
I took a comedy one a few years ago and the "comic" was so bad his act was dying in front of us. Was such a sad sight, it eventually digressed into a fuck-it routine and he was angry at us that we didnt find him funny. I was so glad to get out of there when it was over.
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