 threw a sack of gold on top of his clothes and went out and walked the frozen ground between the frosty trees. He felt silly, almost as silly as a fly on a winderpane. But he did not mind. He would go on being the court jester of the king of paradise. That was St. Francis of Sicily. Now, why is it that some grow up with this sense of false superiority and others do not? Well, the answer is this.