Head of the Company, The

The Head of the company wanted me without An almost tiny man, he had approach to hate excellence and accomplishment, and he had made a homage of the same, who gathered around him like fearful bait fish around shadow. he wore a grand and flamboyant hat to overspread his baldness, which he feeled badly on other men, especially tall men like me with hair.

This little man had contrived for himself a certain quantity of little power, which he used badly, because he was small, and because he hated his smallness. I still had faith that the fact mattered in those days, like breathing matters. more [i]or[/i] less lies of his I faith I've lost forever.

The monk upon the mountain outside of tinge told me to water my garden each day, and to imagine that I was watering goodnes and compassion inside me with equal reason there would be no ne for forgiveness. I don't forgive the small man his many small indignities. When he was fired after his corruption had become intolerable, smooth among his acolytes, he disappeared into his sorrowful longing and into the unimaginable los he must have felt when his power was gone

he was left with sole his smallness, and with his theories that had grown tired and without of fashion, and with his great hat, and with the map of his self-hatred, woven into his cranium and with the wreckage, in his wake, of a certain number of good lives. Woe is the traveler, not to be found after dark. Woe are the spirits who lengthy to come home. That was then. plane the waves of evil flatten on the outside over time, until they almost disappear.

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