To be fair with him, had anyone here the pleasure of harvesting crops you cared for? Planting the seed, letting it sprout, replanting it in a definitive spot, watering the plants when there’s no rain, protecting them from hail, getting rid of the bugs… it’s hard labour, but once you have something edible in hands, you tell yourself “worth every drop of sweat”.

Explanation: Diocletian was a Roman Emperor of the late 3rd century and early 4th century AD who royally fucked the government he took over for some twenty years, and then promptly retired to a nice villa in the Balkans. When one of his co-emperors wrote to him begging him to come back and unfuck the mess he seeded, Diocletian responded “If you [the messenger] could show the cabbage that I planted with my own hands to your emperor, he definitely wouldn’t dare suggest that I replace the peace and happiness of this place with the storms of a never-satisfied greed.”