Luck

Yesterday at work I felt like I had abruptly landed in the middle of Mark Twain’s short story "Luck". As to whether my part in situation was that of the lauded but idiot general, the clergyman, or merely the narrator, I decline to say.

“Here was a wooden-head whom I had put in the way of glittering promotions and prodigious responsibilities, and but one thing could happen: he and his responsibilities would all go to ruin together at the first opportunity.”

Life is very odd sometimes.