O little egoistic man of vanities, you have become now very old. Your body is bent now and you walk with a stick and yet your anger has not disappeared now. Your body is emaciated. The limbs are in a wasted condition. The senses are cold and yet your egoism has not vanished. Your moustache has become grey and yet the desires have not left you.
The judgment of your enemy is often nearer the Truth than the judgement of your friend.