Not used to receiving praise, I tend to approach it with some disbelief.
But that makes me wonder if this might actually say more about myself
than the others, for whom we do not even have a proper name, unlike
their cunning brethren, well known as sycophants, flatterers, or toadies.
And I am always puzzled by how rich our vocabulary turns out to be
when a sinister nature lies on the dissecting table. The good one seems
flat and dull by comparison.