1And I spent forty-eight years on the dunghill outside the city, diseased as I was. 2With my own eyes, my children, I saw my first wife carrying water to some fine fellow's house like a maidservant, so that she might get bread and bring it to me. 3And cut to the quick I would say, O, the pretentious arrogance of the rulers of this city! 4How can they treat my wife like a slave-girl? And then I would resume my patient musings.