One day Nansen was working on the mountain with a sickle.
One day nansen was working on the mountain with a sickle. A monk came up the mountain path and asked, without knowing to whom he was talking, ”how can i get to master Nansen?”
The master raised his sickle in front of the monk, and said: ”i paid thirty cents for this sickle.”
The monk retorted: ”i did not ask you about the sickle.”
”what, then,” queried the master, ”did you ask me?”
The monk repeated, ”how can i get to master Nansen?”
The master said, ”oh, yes! This cuts well!”
