Yesterday a young man in the forum mocked my silence during the debate, calling me old and slow. I felt the heat rise in my chest, a sharp sting that demanded an answer. I opened my mouth to correct him, to show him how wrong he was about my mind. My face grew red, my voice trembled with the need to defend myself. I spoke for a long time, louder…
“You have looked askance at somebody because he has spoken slightingly of your talents; will you apply this rule to yourself?”
