PROVERBS 28.26 (KING JAMES VERSION) Another bad night, as Fabian joined Orsino in my dream. Fabian looked up at me reproachfully. “We were friends, once,” he said. “We laughed and drank ourselves into stupors on many an occasion. Why wouldn’t you help me now?” But I was too occupied in keeping the rest of the clubs from falling to answer him. * * * Maybe Bobo was right, I thought in the morning. His criticism had stung, but sometimes it takes a fool to set another fool right. My machinations were proving both dangerous and ineffective. Better to go for saving their lives in the short run. In the long run, nothing mattered much anyway. It was clear in retrospect that I had been outmaneuvered on this one from the start. I had walked into a carefully arranged scenario, and even the knowledge that I was doing so was not enough for me to disrupt it. My partner was isolated and I myself was hampered by my unfoolish guise and the scrutiny of Perun. And I still couldn’t rule him out as Malvolio.
