What shall one do, when one crosses the road, only to have a ruffian of a driver force his way through the crowd, and continue driving, heedless of the safety of the pedestrians?
What should one do, when said vehicle knocks into you?
Has he not broken the law?
Would you not say that a kick on said vehicle was well deserved?
Think on it.
What should one do then, if the ruffian parks his vehicle and chases after oneself, dragging one out of the line one is standing in, shouting and cursing one for kicking his vehicle (conveniently forgetting his own fault in causing this sorry mess), loudly proclaming one as being insolent?
And what ought one do, if he continually tries to goad one into a fight, though one attempts to ignore him?
And what when he still strikes one on the face, although one has apologized?
Should one strike back?
But someone did not. Someone walked away, instead of demeaning himself to the level of such lowlife ruffians, for he knew, understood that to talk common sense and righteousness to a blockhead was akin to preaching morals to a cow.
And so, he lowered down the fist poised to strike back, allowing the guard to lead the blockhead away.
Never has this author been prouder of him than then; fortunate I am, parce que j'ai trouvé ont un véritable gentilhomm.
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