Forget them. They are not men, they
are just shells, and are good for nothing. They are like bugs,
fleas and other unclean things. Nor do they live for God's sake--
they have no God. They call His name in vain, in order to move
fools to pity, and, thus pitied, to fill their bellies with
something. They live but for their bellies, and aside from
eating, drinking, sleeping and moaning they can do nothing. And
all they accomplish is the soul's decay. They are in your way and
you trip over them. A good man among them--like fresh apples
among bad ones--may soon be spoilt, and no one will profit by it.
You are young, that's the trouble. You cannot comprehend my
words. Help him who is firm in misery. He may not ask you for
assistance, but think of it yourself, and assist him without his
request. And if he should happen to be proud and thus feel
offended at your aid, do not allow him to see that you are
lending him a helping hand. That's the way it should be done,
according to common sense! Here, for example, two boards, let us
say, fall into the mud--one of them is a rotten one, the other, a
good sound board.
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