not
forgive me
for not
envying
their
virtues.
They bite
at me,
because I
say unto
them that
for small
people,
small
virtues
are
necessary—and
because it
is hard
for me to
understand
that small
people are
necessary!
Here am I
still like
a cock in
a strange
farm-yard,
at which
even the
hens peck:
but on
that
account I
am not
unfriendly
to the
hens. I am
courteous
towards
them, as
towards
all small
annoyances;
to be
prickly
towards
what is
small,
