“I am America. I am the part you won’t recognize. But get used to me. Black, confident, cocky; my name, not yours; my religion, not yours; my goals, my own; get used to me.”

Touche

ROB. Hush, Richard–not a word about my true rank, which

none here suspect. Yes, I know well enough that few men are

better calculated to win a woman’s heart than I. I’m a fine

fellow, Dick, and worthy any woman’s love–happy the girl who

gets me, say I. But I’m timid, Dick; shy–nervous–modest–

retiring–diffident–and I cannot tell her, Dick, I cannot tell

her! Ah, you’ve no idea what a poor opinion I have of myself,

and how little I deserve it.

“To smooth to move”

“Thats enough about me lets talk about me”