I—You are hard to please. I see that only the best finds favor with you.
He—Yes, in chess, checkers, poetry, oratory, music, and such other trumpery. Of what possible use is mediocrity in these things?
I—I am almost ready to agree with you....
He—You have always shown some interest in me, because I'm a poor devil whom you really despise, but who after all amuses you.
I—That is true.
He—Then let me tell you. (Before beginning, he drew a deep sigh, covered his forehead with both hands, then with calm countenance continued:—) You know I am ignorant, foolish, silly, shameless, rascally, gluttonous.
I—What a panegyric!
He—It is entirely true. Not a word to be abated; no contradiction, I pray you. No one knows me better than I know myself, and I don't tell all.
I—Rather than anger you, I will assent.
He—Now, just think, I lived with people who valued me precisely because all these qualities were mine in a high degree.