Sometimes language is silly. Revealing it makes people think. Well, some of the people. This reminds me of a story:
The gates of Samarkand were closed for the night when a busy traveller demanded entry.
“No strangers are admitted after sunset!” shouted the guard.
“I am no stranger! I am Nasrudin the Hodja, advisor to Emir Timur!”
The gate opened and an incredulous and menacing soldiery emerged:
“Can you identify yourself?”
Hodja extracted a small polished mirror from his bag, looked into it and replied:
“Yes, it’s me.”
The guards looked at each-other and agreed:
“Yes. It can only be him.”
The gates of Samarkand were closed for the night when a busy traveller demanded entry.
“No strangers are admitted after sunset!” shouted the guard.
“I am no stranger! I am Nasrudin the Hodja, advisor to Emir Timur!”
The gate opened and an incredulous and menacing soldiery emerged:
“Can you identify yourself?”
Hodja extracted a small polished mirror from his bag, looked into it and replied:
“Yes, it’s me.”
The guards looked at each-other and agreed:
“Yes. It can only be him.”
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