It is my good fortune to count among my true friends many people far above my station going by any Standards, social, intellectual,
official or whatever else one can think of. Happily this association of mine With my superiors has been free from that vitiating factor, an air of patronage on their part or temptation On my part to use my links with them to my advantage. Now and then, during my conversations with My superiors , I pick up some useful information and I pass it on to others who, though merited, are Yet to win the smile of Dame Fortune, to avail of to profit. Invariably, the
reaction has been one of Disdainful distrust and unconcealed feeling that I am a hopeless liar. It is indeed a mercy that, instead Of liquidating me as a Cassandra, they have endured me thus far. The ass is proverbially a patient Animal and more often tha n not is content to voice its resentment by braying., but when the Harassment is beyond limits, it can deliver a savage kick with its hind legs that the victim cannot Forget all his life. This ass has, however, desisted from such violent reaction. This is not because of My timorous and forgiving nature; history of events has vindicated me and clearly shown that Disbelief of me was wrong. If you have nothing important to do for the next half-hour,, please deign to lend your ears to This old man for some harmless musings, They may help you to grasp the truth that nothing and Nobody is absolutely useless. A half-burnt match-stick can be a tooth-pick and a broom-stick, Unclean itself, mops up dirt. Let me have some time to think and choose whom I should bring to court today. I shall omit Those who are no longer alive. It is reprehensible to me to make accusations, however valid on Evidence, against those who cannot defend themselves; it is neither common nor good sense. I Find that the field is restricted to a few people who are on the threshold of the beyond. It now seems That I would be well-advised to give up this attempt at raking up dead issues. After all it is only 4Self-pity donning the mantle of self-righteousness. After all. It is only the other people who have been the poorer for disregarding my useful tips from the unwarranted belief that I was a nobody. As Shakespeare put it, life is a stage. Each one of us is assigned a role by the supreme playwright And producer. If he decides that you should be a clown and be a butt of ridicule and sneer for your Co-actors and the audience, accept it gracefully, fully aware that it
takes all sorts and conditions of Men and things to make a world. Who knows, you may be catapulted to a hero’s role tomorrow or the Day after. I am sorry to have detained you giving you false hopes of juicy stories, Begging your Pardon, I leave you to turn to your usual pursuits.