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Appleby
Guest
Wasnt there something about taking the log out of your own eye before sanctimoniously offering to take the speck out of your sisters eye? Should you not be putting your own house in order – or garage in this case – before you start rearranging mine?
There was a delightful story that came out many years ago called Mrs. Arris Goes to Paris, about a scrubwoman who saved and scrimped and went without all her life because the one thing she wanted was a Dior dress. She was little and old and common and at first the people at Dior thought she was crazy. But they grew to love her and they really enjoyed fitting her gown – which was made for a young debutante, not an old scrubwoman – and when she discovered to her shock that she would have to pay duty on it, they advised her to pack it in her cheap suitcase and tell the customs agent the truth – and he laughed and waved her through without opening her suitcase. She lent her lovely cherished gown to a Yner who looked beautiful in it, but who burned a hole in it with a cigarette and didnt even apologize.
Mrs Harris never wore that beautiful dress herself. Perhaps you feel like the pinch mouthed Pharisee and would say she should have given the money to the Poor. But why should she not have the gown of her dreams if she could pay for it?
And who are you to tell me that I dont NEED a Koenigsegge or a Porsche 911 or an Aston Martin so I should not be allowed to have my dream?
Examine your conscience and see if perhaps you are suffering from the deadly sin of Envy. Do you not want me to have a beautiful car because YOU cannot have one?
There was a delightful story that came out many years ago called Mrs. Arris Goes to Paris, about a scrubwoman who saved and scrimped and went without all her life because the one thing she wanted was a Dior dress. She was little and old and common and at first the people at Dior thought she was crazy. But they grew to love her and they really enjoyed fitting her gown – which was made for a young debutante, not an old scrubwoman – and when she discovered to her shock that she would have to pay duty on it, they advised her to pack it in her cheap suitcase and tell the customs agent the truth – and he laughed and waved her through without opening her suitcase. She lent her lovely cherished gown to a Yner who looked beautiful in it, but who burned a hole in it with a cigarette and didnt even apologize.
Mrs Harris never wore that beautiful dress herself. Perhaps you feel like the pinch mouthed Pharisee and would say she should have given the money to the Poor. But why should she not have the gown of her dreams if she could pay for it?
And who are you to tell me that I dont NEED a Koenigsegge or a Porsche 911 or an Aston Martin so I should not be allowed to have my dream?
Examine your conscience and see if perhaps you are suffering from the deadly sin of Envy. Do you not want me to have a beautiful car because YOU cannot have one?