A Pleasant Conceit
I like the new servers downstairs. They fuss over me in such a way that I'm filled with a pleasant conceit of myself. Especially when Miss V. gives me a thoroughly unexpected hug. How nice!
"Who is the third who walks always beside you? When I count, there are only you and I together But when I look ahead up the white road There is another one walking beside you Gliding wrapt in a brown mantle, hooded I do not know whether a man or a woman ~ But who is that on the other side of you?" The Wasteland, T.S. Eliot
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