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This poem is taken from PN Review 259, Volume 47 Number 5, May - June 2021.

From Master and Disciple Hervé Le Tellier
Master :    Wisdom does not come with experience, disciple.
Disciple :   Do you say that from experience, master?
Master :     I was afraid you might say that.

                  *

Disciple :    To achieve wisdom, must I seek to resemble you, master?
Master :      Come on, do you think it is because I resemble myself that
                   I am wise?

                  *

Disciple :    Disciple, is it a precarious occupation, master?
Master :      How long have you been my disciple?
Disciple :    Nearly two years.
Master :      Then yes.

                  *

Disciple :    Why is it, master, that you often answer my questions with another question?
Master :      And why is it that you ask questions that contain their own answer?
                  
                  *

Disciple :    Youth rejects precariousness, master.
Master :      A battle lost in advance, disciple: nothing is more precarious than youth.
Disciple :    Apart from old age, of course, master.
Master :      Shut it, disciple.

                  *

Disciple :    Master, youth is in the streets. What should one do?
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