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LANGUAGES...

The master spent long hours learning many languages, yet he never traveled to foreign countries. In fact, he seldom strayed outside his village except to wander through the countryside.

His ardor for languages mystified his disciples. The master was ambling through the corridors when one of his disciples found the courage to stop him and ask:

"O Venerable One, forgive me for my impertinence, but why do you learn these languages, yet you never talk to anyone in these foreign tongues?

"You are wrong, my son."

"Then with whom do you speak, O Venerable One?"

"I converse with myself, my son."


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