{"id":52,"date":"2013-06-07T12:45:00","date_gmt":"2013-06-07T12:45:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/lidaprypchan.org\/?p=52"},"modified":"2015-06-26T19:29:06","modified_gmt":"2015-06-26T19:29:06","slug":"portrait-of-a-flatterer","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/lidaprypchan.org\/?p=52","title":{"rendered":"Portrait of a Flatterer"},"content":{"rendered":"<div style=\"clear: both; text-align: center;\"><a style=\"margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;\" href=\"https:\/\/2.bp.blogspot.com\/-T8QvaBX8O1o\/UhuQWQpxJaI\/AAAAAAAAR5E\/MMBH_qmjl2o\/s1600\/Rain_man_suite6.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/2.bp.blogspot.com\/-T8QvaBX8O1o\/UhuQWQpxJaI\/AAAAAAAAR5E\/MMBH_qmjl2o\/s1600\/Rain_man_suite6.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"478\" height=\"640\" border=\"0\" \/><\/a><\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;\">\u00a0<\/span><\/div>\n<div dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 1pt; text-align: left;\">\n<div style=\"text-align: justify;\"><strong style=\"background-color: white; color: #555555; line-height: 17px;\"><span style=\"font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;\">By\u00a0<span style=\"line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;\">Lida Prypchan<\/span><\/span><\/strong><\/div>\n<\/div>\n<div dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 1pt; text-align: left;\">\n<div style=\"text-align: justify;\"><strong style=\"background-color: white; color: #555555; line-height: 17px;\"><span style=\"line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;\"><span style=\"font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;\">\u00a0<\/span><\/span><\/strong><\/div>\n<\/div>\n<div dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 1pt; text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large; vertical-align: baseline;\">It did not seem that he was so. \u00a0He was so agreeable, so nice. \u00a0He knew how to win people over &#8230; but in what a way. \u00a0He was a flatterer. \u00a0He despised himself because he did not feel capable of achieving things through his aptitudes, with his work and effort. \u00a0He was very well connected. \u00a0He was an attorney and had finished his degree although with a bit of delay because he was a very bad student, through a simple request made to a family member. \u00a0He belonged to those wealthy families who wanted a doctor of some sort at home to boast about to their society friends. \u00a0As soon as he graduated, he began to introduce himself as \u201cDooooooooctor.\u201d<\/span><\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;\">\u00a0<\/span><\/div>\n<div dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 1pt; text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large; vertical-align: baseline;\">His manner of speech was exaggerated, almost vulgar. \u00a0He accented each syllable slowly and glamorously. \u00a0He was glamorous. \u00a0A conceited person who, as any good conceited person, needed to be very likable, almost a clown, in order to feed the lethargic belly of his ego. \u00a0However, given that he had no great ideas and the few he had were plagiarized from philosophers and psychologists, he was forced to be a show off. \u00a0At the moment of truth, when a specific issue was raised with him, he would beat around the bush with fear in order to not express an opinion because he did not have one to express. \u00a0And it seems absurd that while wanting to talk about his flattery, which was one of his characteristics, I talk to you about other issues such as vanity. \u00a0In reality, in truth, the essence of his character was being a flatterer, certainly very elegant, but many other things accompanied this essence. \u00a0\u00a0In nature there is always a multitude of strange things mixed with the essence of the truth. \u00a0That is why art moves us, precisely because it is unpolluted by real life\u2019s impurities. \u00a0<\/span><\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;\">\u00a0<\/span><\/div>\n<div dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 1pt; text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large; vertical-align: baseline;\">He knew the subtleties of flattery to perfection. \u00a0And I cannot call this art because this would unjustly insult art by mixing it with vileness, typical of weak men, as is flattery. \u00a0And although it seems a serious contradiction, he was a pedant. \u00a0Some he flattered to attain, with ease, his goals and, at the same time, so that the fools would get to know him and flatter him. \u00a0Unfortunately for him, some of those he flattered had noticed how self-serving and lazy he was, and quite logically reacted by turning their backs on him. \u00a0He could not stand these situations. \u00a0At those times he chose to avenge the vile humiliation his eyes witnessed, or he appeared as the victim in order to then show his claws and execute his Machiavellian plans. \u00a0He liked to get hard-working people in order to extract the greatest yield from them and then steal the credit for their effort. \u00a0He was, in summary, a parasite. \u00a0And when people distanced themselves from him for these reasons, and he found \u00a0some interest before him, he rapidly, without much consideration or preamble, began to flatter. \u00a0Such shamelessness. \u00a0His image was a lie. \u00a0He called himself Doctor and boasted of his good sentiments. \u00a0He said he detested lies and hypocrisy and he, least of everyone, did not have the sufficient morals to admit it because these two were his faithful allies in his relationships. \u00a0His life was continuous hypocrisy. \u00a0He gradually lost friends because, after a while, they realized that the worst type of friend is a flatterer. \u00a0There are those who recognized it from when they met him and said: \u00a0it is an abject biped that lies to another man whom he despises. \u00a0It is, as Aristotle said: \u00a0\u201cAll flatterers are mercenaries and all men of mean spirit are flatterers.<\/span><\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;\">\u00a0<\/span><\/div>\n<div dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 1pt; text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large; vertical-align: baseline;\">It is better to fall into the talons of a vulture than the hands of a flatterer because the former only cause harm to the dead and the latter devour the living.<\/span><\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>\u00a0 By\u00a0Lida Prypchan \u00a0 It did not seem that he was so. \u00a0He was so agreeable, so nice. \u00a0He knew how to win people over &#8230; but in what a way. \u00a0He was a flatterer. \u00a0He despised himself because he did not feel capable of achieving things through his aptitudes, with his work and effort. &hellip; <\/p>\n<p><a class=\"more-link btn\" href=\"https:\/\/lidaprypchan.org\/?p=52\">Continue reading<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-52","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized","nodate","item-wrap"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/lidaprypchan.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/52","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/lidaprypchan.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/lidaprypchan.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lidaprypchan.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lidaprypchan.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=52"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/lidaprypchan.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/52\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":209,"href":"https:\/\/lidaprypchan.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/52\/revisions\/209"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/lidaprypchan.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=52"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lidaprypchan.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=52"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lidaprypchan.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=52"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}