[Ah, dear. It appears that the Viscount is possessed of delicate sensibilities. Although it is rather endearing, it won't stop Grantaire from speaking freely (very little will).]
Many a man of means has not a scrap of sense in his head, and I have often wondered whether this man or that has sold his brain for a handful of coins. What use has a wealthy man for a brain? Such a troublesome organ could only cloud his happiness--I should say 'cloud his happiness further,' for when have you met a rich man untrouble by the trials of finances?--and crowd his affairs with superfluous details.
As for me, I am a fool, but one well-schooled in the art of babble. It is my shall-I-say salvation that this nonsense of mine is often mistaken for intelligence. Be wary of anything that I may say or claim. Here or elsewhere, never trust what you are told; we are all of us liars, speaking deceptions far beyond our own recognition. Listen harder--that is my lesson; take it as wisdom passed down from a could-be relation. [He is smiling still, though the words are largely in earnest.]
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Many a man of means has not a scrap of sense in his head, and I have often wondered whether this man or that has sold his brain for a handful of coins. What use has a wealthy man for a brain? Such a troublesome organ could only cloud his happiness--I should say 'cloud his happiness further,' for when have you met a rich man untrouble by the trials of finances?--and crowd his affairs with superfluous details.
As for me, I am a fool, but one well-schooled in the art of babble. It is my shall-I-say salvation that this nonsense of mine is often mistaken for intelligence. Be wary of anything that I may say or claim. Here or elsewhere, never trust what you are told; we are all of us liars, speaking deceptions far beyond our own recognition. Listen harder--that is my lesson; take it as wisdom passed down from a could-be relation. [He is smiling still, though the words are largely in earnest.]