My woman told me something the other day, with a kind of exasperated pride:

"Every living thing loves you."

And indeed, who wouldn't love me?? Mean little minds, licking their tragic wounds. Old spirits, foggy old gods.

I am a servant of the people. I am a servant of the Most High, if you really want to put it that way. I am only what I am; and nothing is great unless it is good.