Discourse on a Hill

“The country needs you,” the guest implored, short of breath following his lengthy climb. “An entity such as yourself should have no problem bridging the gap between our two parties. Please, accept my offer.” “I am not the man for whom you search.” “Why so humble? We both know how perfect you’d be for the job. You’d never break a sweat.” The man on the hill shrugged his shoulders. “I admit we once thought you weren’t very special, but a lot of us are changing our minds. Fifty thousand constituents wait at the base of this very hill.” Read more