The Natural Course of Events (8)
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1 In a quiet afternoon, the hotness made all people looked wan. Duke Huan of Qi was reading in his studying room. To keep awake, he read aloud on purpose. A craftsman who sat repairing wheel stopped his work to listen to Duke Huan¡¦s reading. To a craftsman, the ancient article with recondite and scholastic words was too abstruse to understand.
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2 Listening for a while, the craftsman couldn¡¦t understand it yet. So he stood up and asked through the window, ¡§Sir, May I know what the article is? Could you explain it for me?¡¨
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3 Taking a glance of the craftsman, Duke Huan said to himself that as a craftsman, you certainly understand nothing about it. So he answered absently and randomly, ¡§They are words of sages.¡¨
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4 Instead the craftsman took it seriously. He asked, ¡§Is the sage still alive?¡¨
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5 Looking at him, Duke Huan said to himself that why this idiot asked such a question? The men became sages mostly because they were dead. Knowing nothing about it, you even want to know the words of sage. So he replied, ¡§They are already dead.¡¨
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6 Feeling disappointed, the craftsman signed,¡§Alas! What you read must be something unworthy.¡¨
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7 The craftsman turned and prepared to leave. Duke Huan felt surprised and curious instead. He shouted, ¡§Back. Back. You, an understrapper, stop me and tell me what I read is nonsense and unworthy while I am reading carefully here. Hay! Come and explain it or you are punished.¡¨
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8 The even-tempered craftsman was not frightened by his shout. He said, ¡§I read few book but I am fairly aware of the knowledge conveying in the field of wheel repairing.¡¨
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9 I know that if I make the spoke too small, it can¡¦t fit the wheel; if make it too big, the wheel would slide off from it. So I have to make it to the point.
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10 How to make it to the point? I can¡¦t tell. I gauge it by my hand and heart. The feeling of gauging I know myself but can¡¦t tell the reasons. So I can¡¦t impart it to my son. My son can¡¦t learn it from me. This is why I, as an old man of seventy, toil here.¡¨
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11 I think that the sage who wrote the book had been dead so the tour de force in his heart, which he could not impart to other, must have vanished.
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12 That¡¦s why I said the book you read is something unworthy.¡¨
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