An old boar offers a toast to the circumstances of his life and all the blame and credit he has received.
As a piglet, I was often blamed for crimes I never committed. Now as an accomplished and mature boar, I have begun to receive credit for virtues I do not, nor ever did, possess.
And so, my friends, I propose a toast: to the arbitrary scrutiny of our own respective circumstances… Hear, hear!!
the Porcine Oracle