Emotions ran high and as I stood there, people started tearing at each other’s hair, and I just could not believe how, such a small incident could enrage people to such an extent that, they lost all sense of proportion and showed off their ill behaviour on the road. To me this depicted man’s capacity of making mountains out of molehills. A small altercation which could have, and actually should have ended with an argument may be for a few minutes without any one even knowing about it all became a loud and ugly rumpus though a magnum problem had arisen.
I spoke the other day of some singular proceedings of a firm of undertakers here, and now I come to converse about one or two more of the undertaker tribe. I begin to think this sort of people have no bowels -- as the ancients would say -- no heart, as we would express it. They appear to think only of business -- business first, last, all the time. They trade in the woes of men as coolly as other people trade in candles and mackerel. Their hearts are ironclad, and they seem to have no sympathies in common with their fellow men.