Chapter 102
A candlelight that had grown fat and saucy with too much grease boasted one evening before a large gathering that it shone brighter than the sun, the moon, and all the stars put together. Right at that moment, a puff of wind came and blew it out. Someone lit it again and said, “Shine on, friend candlelight, but hold your tongue. The lights of heaven are never blown out.”
Dimwits brag – and blow out.
