greg voice: it’s just, like—from the very beginning—you know? uh, from the first moment, i may almost say—of my, um, acquaintance with you, y-your manners, impressing me with the fullest belief of your arrogance, your conceit, and your, like, selfish disdain of the feelings of others, were such as to form, uh, the groundwork of the, the disapprobation on which succeeding events have built so immovable a dislike (im sorry, man. can i say that? is that appropriate here?); and i had not known you a month before i felt that you were, like, the last man in the world on whom i could ever be prevailed on to marry










