The master sat in the park and watched the children play.
"Does it make you sad that you have elected a calling that precludes children?" asked a young woman.
"Not at all," said the master. "A child should never have children."
"But you are no longer a child, O Venerable One."
"You are wrong," my sister. "I was born a child and I will die a child."
"Does it make you sad that you have elected a calling that precludes children?" asked a young woman.
"Not at all," said the master. "A child should never have children."
"But you are no longer a child, O Venerable One."
"You are wrong," my sister. "I was born a child and I will die a child."
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