There was a dog. Fate threw him a bone. But the dog did not respond (for you see even a gloomy, mangy and insulted dog has his dignity). But the bone was juicy, white and nutritious. And the dog was hungry and malnourished. He waited and made up his mind to gobble it up 'respectfully' at a 'respectable' enough time lag. As soon as the 'respectable' time came the dog got into position to pounce at the bone respectfully (so as to maintain his 'd(o)gnity'). As he was in mid air, thinking about the juicy bone in his hungry mouth, Fate pulled the bone away. Fate laughed a cruel laugh. The non existent vanity and self respect of the dog had been violated again. Fate had achieved its aim.
I am the hungry dog.
Ah, and what is good Phaedrus
And what is not good
Need we ask anyone to tell us these things?