You do not understand people. To truly understand people is difficult.
Do they understand themselves? Do they see themselves clearly?
Not all of us can be masters, and not every master has loyal servants.
Suppose I had always been successful. They would bow and scrape, desperately currying my favor, yet deep down, they would only be looking out for themselves.
They might appear to be working for me, but in truth they would use me to build their own power. Once they had squeezed enough profit out of me, they would abandon me.
When misfortune befell me and I begged for a place to stay, all I received was contempt and humiliation.
I had no reason to say everyone was like that, but the scoundrels who followed me certainly were.
Were they plotting to get rid of me at this very moment and seize everything I had?
I led those scoundrels out of the castle and made them jump into the river to bathe, washing away the stink of wine.
Then I went to a neighboring town and bought servants' clothes. Those outfits were a hundred times better than what they had originally worn.
I had them shave their beards and neaten their hair. At the very least, they looked completely transformed.
Be bold in deceiving them. Fools made up this world, and most people among the masses were gullible.
Even if a small number grew suspicious, they would not dare speak out.
People were so simple that whenever one wished to deceive, there would always be someone willing to be fooled.
With these "attendants," I, a man without an inch of land in this world, became a prince.
I would enter that castle instead of singing beneath her window.
I truly was an incompetent poet.
"I need help," Severus