A MONKEY AND SPECTACLES

A monkey’s sight had begun to fail in old age, but it heard from some people that: it is not yet the end of world, one only have to lay one’s hands on spectacles. So it had got itself a dozen of them. It fiddled with the spectacles in one and other way. Now it pressed them to its crown, now it hung them on its tail, now it smelt them, now licked. But no chance! – “Deuce take it!” – said it, – “that is a fool who listens to the people’s idle talk. They told me lies about spectacles. But these ones of no use to me at all”. Then the monkey out of disappointment and in grief so had beaten them against a boulder that mere slivers splashed.

Unfortunately, it so happens sometimes with people: no matter how much a thing can be of use, however, some unenlightened man without knowing its real value disapproves of it completely. If an ignoramus turns out to be the VIP, to cap it all he drives it off.