The Self-Made Monkey
The
Self-Made Monkey
A Man of humble birth and
no breading, who held a high political office, was passing through a forest,
when he met a Monkey. “I take it you are one of my constituents,” the Man said.
“No,” replied the Monkey; “but I will support you if you can urge a valid claim
to my approval.” “I am a self-made man,” said the other, proudly. “That is
nothing,” the Monkey said. And going to a bigger pine, he rose by his own
unaided exertions to the top branch, where he sat, all bedaubed with the pitch
which that vegetable exudes. “Now,” he added, “I am a self-made Monkey.”
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