What the Swedes call “Mighty poor sport”[[143]] indeed.

You have nothing either to howl or to smile about;

No cause for rejoicing nor yet for despair;

Nothing to make you feel hot or cold;

Only a sort of a something to fret over.

Peer.

It is written: It’s never so easy to know

Where the shoe is tight that one isn’t wearing.

The Lean One.

Very true; I have—praise be to so-and-so!—