The moral is, never be sorry for a waiter. Sometimes when you sit in a restaurant, still stuffing yourself half an hour af-ter closing time, you feel that the tired waiter at your side must surely be despising you. But he is not. He is not think-ing as he looks at you, ‘What an overfed lout’; he is thinking, ‘One day, when I have saved enough money, I shall be able to imitate that man.’ He is ministering to a kind of pleasure he thoroughly understands and admires. And that is why waiters are seldom Socialists, have no effective trade union, and will work twelve hours a day—they
