Client, why are you angry with your patron? Patron, why are you angry with your client? Just wait a little while. Look — here comes death, who will make you all equals. We often see at morning arena shows a fight between a bull and a bear chained together. The winner tears the other apart, then gets killed himself. We do exactly the same thing. We torment someone we're connected to, even though both winner and loser will soon be dead. Let's spend what little time we have left in peace. Let no one hate us when we're lying in our graves.
Client, why are you angry with your patron? Patron, why are you angry with your client? Wait but a little while. See, here comes death, who will make you all equals. We often see at a morning performance in the arena a battle between a bull and a bear, fastened together, in which the victor, after he has torn the other to pieces, is himself slain. We do just the same thing: we worry some one who is connected with us, although the end of both victor and vanquished is at hand, and that soon. Let us rather pass the little remnant of our lives in peace and quiet: may no one loathe us when we lie dead.