Motley Vs.Natural


The sun is still ripening behind the rock.

I dare not go near the foundation grown with copper red grass. Deep in its bosom lies boggles of drunk whisky and wafer wrappers. I therefore sit behind the rag waving tree.

A fool, a motley fool, I recall , on whom the Lady Fortune has not smiled yet..

That was what I read at dawn, coming back to a bald and barded  Shakespeare.

A motley fool, not a natural one.

A natural is a favorite one for Lady Fortune to smile upon. A motley one is a salaried wise-cracker.

One who is wise and not cracked enough.

Be fortunate to be a natural.


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