Queried the Master... "Have you thought of becoming a salesperson?" A thing is not necessarily true because a man dies for it. -- Oscar Wilde, "The Portrait of Mr. W.H." A would-be disciple came to Nasrudin's hut on the mountain-side. Knowing that every action of such an enlightened one is significant, the seeker watched the teacher closely. "Why do you blow on your hands?" "To warm myself in the cold." Later, Nasrudin poured bowls of hot soup for himself and the newcomer, and blew on his own. "Why are you doing that, Master?"
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companion. "See?" she said. "I told you he was stupid!" And yet I should have dearly liked, I own, to have touched her lips; to have questioned her, that she might have opened them; to have looked upon the lashes of her downcast eyes, and never raised a blush; to have let loose waves of hair, an inch of which would be a keepsake beyond price:
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together, and say nothing. After years of interacting with this other man,
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