They used to call me a dreamer in Mexico, because I kept seeing things that no one else had thought of, and laid out railways and tapped mines for the future; but I was nothing to him.

I'm a high-and-dry hedge-clipper alongside.

I'm betting on him all the time; but no one seems to be working to make his dreams come true, except himself.

I don't count; I'm no good, no real good.

I'm only fit to run the commissariat, and see that he gets enough to eat, and has a safe camel, and so on.
Why doesn't some one else help him?
He's working for humanity.
Give him half a chance, and Haroun-al-Raschid won't be in it.