Injustice Factory is the Self-pity Store. On the great emotional trading estate that surrounds the suburban idyll of our normal mindset, such specialist outlets are easily found. And there is always a sale on - even a give-away.
We only have to stop and wonder whether our lot in life is too hard or if someone else is being selfish and, hey presto, there we are at the checkout with trolleys brimful of seething resentment or inconsolable angst.
You don't have to make either place your destination.
Let deeds match words. (Plautus)
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