Is it possible he should know what he is, and be that he is?

My poor body, madam, requires it: I am driven on by the flesh; and he must needs go that the devil drives.

Who knows himself a braggart, let him fear this, for it will come to pass that every braggart shall be found an ass.

All's well that ends well.'
'Assuming there's an end somewhere,' Aomame said.
Tamaru formed some short creases near his mouth that were faintly reminiscent of a smile. 'There has to be an end somewhere. It's just that nothing's labeled "This is the end." Is the top rung of a ladder labeled "This is the last rung. Please don't step higher than this'?"
Aomame shook her head.
'It's the same thing,' Tamaru said.
Aomame said, 'If you use common sense and keep your eyes open, it becomes clear enough where the end is.'
Tamaru nodded. 'And even if it doesn't' -- he made a falling gesture with his finger -- 'the end is right there.

Short summers lightly have a forward spring.

All's well that ends well. . . .