A middle-aged brother and sister were host and hostess at a party. A youth pointed to them and told someone that the host was his uncle. ‘I think your aunt…
We don’t like it when children criticise us.
They are not permitted to notice out mistakes or absurdities.
We appear before them in the garb of perfection
We play with children using marked cards
We win against the low cards of childhood with the aces of adulthood.
Cheaters that we are, we shuffle the cards in such a way that we deal ourselves everything.