You have a masters degree. But you don’t seem to be mastering much to me. I’ve told you three times already that I know what you’re saying; that I’ve heard it – all – before. And you’re still trying to raise your points. Still busy aiming to get your opinion across. Forget it. We know your opinion already, we call it the wrong one. That’s why I’ve gone to the trouble of formulating the correct opinion. And if you’re quiet long enough I’ll give it to you. Then you’ll have all the news you might ever need to know. You’ll not be so slow in the future. Because I’ve been around longer and my life is great. I’ve not made those minor mistakes – you know caring for others, you know having a social conscience, you know looking out and around and about for fairness. None of that matters. What matters most is that you win the fight. What matters most is that you fill your time. What matters most is that you were busy. An occupied mind can easily forget emotional baggage. An occupied body takes an unoccupied mind with it. Occupies it. Puts it to work. All that matters is work. For those of us who are not lazy. Who like to do their bit. And doing your bit means it’s all yours to keep. You earned it. I hope you’ve – at least – learned that. Then your day hasn’t been a total waste. Excuse me now, there’s some sort of program on the telly I’d like to watch. It’ll tell me what to say to anyone else later on in the week.