Friday Fable. Aesop’s “The Two Pots”*

Posted by jlubans on September 05, 2014

Caption: By Heinrich Steinhowel,(1412-1482).

“A RIVER carried down in its stream two Pots, one made of earthenware and the other of brass. The Earthen Pot said to the Brass Pot, ‘Pray keep at a distance and do not come near me, for if you touch me ever so slightly, I shall be broken in pieces, and besides, I by no means wish to come near you.’”

“Equals make the best friends.”

A chance winter’s visit to a British pub in the English countryside had me in an eddy alongside a rushing current of Brit aristocrats straight out of an Evelyn Waugh novel. They were downright dashing in their tailored long coats and bright chitchat in Oxford and Cambridge tones. However fleeting my impression, I envied them their existence in the pages of Debrett's Peerage and Baronetage: country mansions, valets, chauffeurs, nights “on the tiles” and high teas. They swept past me talking of this and that with a fluency I’d never achieve. Aye, there I felt like a clay pot. Much later, I thought of that keenly envying moment and concluded it was not the pot you were in, but what you grew in it that mattered.
But still, I think now and then how a bespoke suit from Saville Row would be nice, even more so if I knew what bespoke meant. Hee-haw!

*Source: AESOP’S FABLES By Aesop Translated by George Fyler Townsend (probably from this edition): “Three hundred and fifty Aesop’s fables”. Chicago, Belford, Clarke & Co., 1886.
Available at the Gutenberg Project.

Copyright John Lubans 2014
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