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Rh the signal. But I suppose the learned people

No, they don't have time for that sort of nonsense. They are not crazy like you.

Do you know, yesterday I met someone quite as crazy as I am.

Gracious me, really, how so?

He had a bamboo staff on his shoulder with a small bundle at the top, and a brass pot in his left hand, and an old pair of shoes on; he was making for those hills straight across that meadow there. I called out to him and asked, 1 ' Where are you going ? ' ' He answered,