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Look at this man. This man makes me dream of lamp-posts, autumn leaves and freshly-cut grass. He's not the swallow-your-pride-whole-handsome-Hollywood-lackey or the womanizing, libel-spewing, politically-active actor. This man is Dustin Hoffman. He makes everybody feel contrite with his inherent goodness. He is at ease with his sense of goodwill. I mean, how many of us have ever thought that a man can be so free of astuteness and chronic ill-will?
PS. Maybe it's just an image. But, what we don't know won't hurt us, no?