In real life, it is the hare who wins. Look around you. And in any case it is my contention that Aesop was writing for the tortoise market.
Hares have no time to read.
They are too busy winning the game. Great writers are the saints for the godless. All good fortune is a gift of the gods, and. . . There are moments when you feel free, moments when you have energy, moments when you have hope, but you can't rely on any of these things to see you through. Circumstances do that.