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A young boy with a troubled heart came to the monk, and begged for his teaching.
"The other boys mock me," said the child. "I beg you, teach me the path of hit, that I may hit them."
"Tell me," said the monk, "why do they mock you so, that you would hit them?"
"I look nothing like my father," said the boy, "and so they say I am a bastard, and my mother a wanton."
"Your mother is a very fine looking woman," said the monk.
"Indeed, she is beautiful," said the boy, "but what has that to do with the path of hit?"
"Much," said the monk. "For you see, I hit that."