Alas, they think -=me=- intelligent!? How is it that they cannot see that all I expose, I -learn from them-? In fact, if anything, I am the servant of their unexpressed intelligence. The secret voice inside them moves my hand to speak its urgencies. What merit mine if by my meager work it finally discovers egress into language!? It is not my voice that is a genius, it is their silence! All they leave unsaid becomes my wine and bread!