ABSTRACT
My strong envy attacked afresh; I took myself to task and, grinding my teeth, I said to myself: – ‘Grrrr . . . One day, I am going to be like Oscar Niemeyer. I am going to learn to sing in tune, because to date, the only instrument that I have learnt to play, more or less well, is the trumpet – when it comes to trumpeting the wrongs of the world, I can hold my own.
