Apropos of nothing, my wife complains that I have left the shower in a bit of a state. So I tell her that she should cut me a little slack. After all, I don’t complain about her peeing in it every morning.
Naturally, she hotly denies this outrageous charge (tho’ perhaps with the merest flicker of consternation and guilt?), but I am nothing daunted. All Hungarians pee in the shower, I say, stating it as scientific fact. There’s no shame in it, I add, patting her arm in consolatory fashion. It’s just the way God made you.
She is still spluttering her objections as I finish my coffee, pick up my laptop bag and slip out the door. She may well be telling the truth for all I know, but that’s hardly the point.
The best defence is a good offence.
Titus Livius, yesterday. As relevant today as he’s always been.