Of Monocles and Overconfidence
I once met a merchant who tried to sell me a “miracle tea.” She said the name as though the word alone justified the price.
She stood in my tavern, very confident in herself, and explained that this tea could do everything ordinary tea could not. Provide energy. Bring clarity. Chase away fatigue. Perhaps even correct bad decisions—though I was never entirely sure whether she meant that seriously or was simply being bold.
I listened. Then I told her …