In a lonely place,
In a lonely place,I encountered a sageWho sat, all still,Regarding a newspaper.He accosted me:"Sir, what is this?"Then I saw that I was greater,Aye, greater than this sage.I answered him at once,"Old, old man, it is the wisdom of the age."The sage looked upon me with admiration.
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