We often see this ludicrously exemplified, even in the trivial matter of near-sightedness.

We are almost always a little vexed, when we point out a distant object to a friend, and hear him reply,-- "No, I do not see it at all.

I am near-sighted." "What! can't you see that far ?" is the frequent retort, and in the pity is a dash of impatience.
There is a great deal of intolerance in the world, which is closely akin to this; and not a whit more reasonable or righteous, though it makes great pretensions to being both.

Mercy Philbrick was full of such intolerance, on this one point of honesty.

She was intolerant not only to others, she was intolerant to herself.