I had my share of critics, and I wash my hands of the whole lot.
I really have a desire to do a certain kind of work, but deliver me from the class who cut up their relatives to see how their corpuscles match up.
May you live to see the green grass growing over your grave.
I do remember some pleasant times I had with my little friend. That sounds like an Irishman's toast, doesn't it.
I think I won't do for your business at all, but personally I have no fight with you. You can go on and save all the critics you can, but don't send them to me.