IIRC, the original phrasing went something like this: “Where ignorance is bliss, ’tis folly to be wise.” Lopping off both ends kind of changes the meaning.
Don’t know if Stef would be interested. Narcissists generally don’t want to change because they’re not feeling any psychological pain; they’re fine, perfectly fine.
One Necco wafer was all it took to make up my mind never to eat one again. Don’t remember the flavor. I just remember wondering how a kind of candy could be called candy when it was actually chalk. Bleh.
Horehound is seldom a topic of ordinary conversation. Hard to know who likes it. My mom did, and now I wonder how many of her friends knew that.