Counsels of despair

Counsels of despair, I tell X, that’s all you give me, that’s all you have to offer. I wish you’d stop talking. What about you, he says, you think the things you say are any better? Getting out there and wearing suits? Do you know what that would do to us? he says. You’re a toady, he says, you’re like one of those kowtowing courtiers in ancient Chinese courts.


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