I was of respectable but humble birth (my father was an officer), and yet, certain mornings, let me confess it humbly, I felt like a king’s son, or a buring bush. It was not a matter, mind you, of the certainty I had of being more intelligent than everyone else. Bsides, such certainty is of no consequence because so many imbeciles share it. – Albert Camus, The Fall p. 28.