Self-Commendation

His cigar was half finished, his wine limit freshly drank up, feeling pleased after reading his author preview-copy. No one else had yet read his book other than himself. He spoke vacantly to all within earshot, “You know, I read all those books on my shelf, the half of which I could scarcely agree with.”

His wife was more cunning to the impulses of evil than he in his celebratory state of mind, “Oh, are you saying for once you agree with a book?”

“Why yes. I guess your right,” he answered.

Recognizing his blindness, she reminded him of David, “Do you recall what happened to David when he counted the men in his army?”