A Muslim friend of mine saw S.P. for the first time the other day and reported back that I read like "a real scholar".
I beamed with the pride of a massaged ego, of course. But this springs to mind:
'Oh mighty thing!' said Vera to Frank, 'Why didn't you just tell them you were a moderate man and leave it at that instead of goosing yourself all over the room?' 'Patience, Vera,' said Frank.
(Bob Dylan, 'Three Kings' 1968)
I'm a desperate fraud who may well believe in nothing but saving his own arse any way he can.