In a way, yes,’ said Jack and handed the peeled clementine over to the squire, then took another one for himself. ‘But some of us are wealthier than others – just look at your house and your valley, and your horses. And your wisdom.’‘My wisdom?’‘You know things.’‘And you? Don't you know things?’‘Yes,’ said Jack, sharply drawing in the air, ‘I know things. Everyone knows some things. But I wish you'd share some of your wisdom with me as graciously as your food.’‘Wisdom is not the same as knowing things, my boy, and I am not wise. The First Tale of the Tinners' Rabbits