Long ago, I had a Master ..

11/25/2010 7:25:05 PM

Long ago, I had a Master who observed that, as I did work for him of the sort that I had decided it is best I do (for I knew how to do it, while he had yet to learn it all the way, and I was a faster typist, etc), that he spent his time fetching me tea and waiting nearby, on a stool, until I needed him. 'This is hardly right,' he told me 'that the slave girl should be sitting so comfortably, demanding silence, while I fetch tea and wait on the stool.' 'But,' I explained, 'It is right, because I am doing this work for your benefit, and the cord for your computer only reaches so far, and your chair will not come out from behind your desk without disarranging your whole office. There is no choice, but, that you sit on the stool, because you need to be here and the stool is all there is.' 'And, the tea?' he inquired. 'If you need a car to work, you give it oil. If you need a slave to work, sometimes, you give it tea.' I replied. 'Then, it seems to me that I would be better off as the slave.' he replied. 'Then, be the slave.' I replied. 'Okay, I will.' he said. 'Good, 'said I. 'Now, slave, go and fetch me that tea, then, sit there quietly on the stool in case I have need of you. I have work to do.' This is around the time in my life when he quite gave up on training me as a slave, and, instead, ordered me to start training slaves. As he observed, at the time, regardless of title, what I saw as fit to do was what was done, so, it is best that I train slaves to do as I see fit.