/ http://www.slideshare.net/images/logo.gif / 際際滷Share feed for 際際滷shows by User: dannan1 https://cdn.slidesharecdn.com/profile-photo-dannan1-48x48.jpg?cb=1571060097 It chanced upon a winter's night Safe sheltered from the weather. The board was spread for only one, Yet four men dined together. There sat the man I meant to be In glory, spurred and booted. And close beside him, to the right The man I am reputed. The man I think myself to be His seat was occupying Hard by the man I really am To hold his own was trying. And all beneath one roof we met Yet none called his fellow brother No sign of recognition passed They knew not one another. --anonymous, but might as well have been me