The Sailor and the Professor
The
Sailor and the Professor
It was late in the day,
and the professor needed to cross the water to get back to the island where he
lived. He jumped into the first boat he chanced upon and ordered the sailor to
take him home as fast as he could. The boat slowly pulled away from the harbor,
and the professor made himself comfortable on the deck. He took one long look
at the sailor and decided that this man must be illiterate, and before he could
control his tongue, he blurted out pompously: “Have you ever been to school or
studied any literature?”
“No,”
said the sailor innocently. “Then you’ve missed out on half of your life, my
good man!” The sailor was deeply insulted but didn’t respond, carrying on with
his work and waiting for an opportune moment to take his revenge.
Almost halfway through
their journey, the weather turned, and a vicious storm kicked up. The sailor
had finally chanced upon his moment of sweet revenge! Cunningly, he asked the
professor, who was already white with fright,
“Most
revered master professor, do you know how to swim?” “Don’t be silly, of course
not, my handsome and capable friend!” he stammered squeamishly. “Oh, what a pity!
Because now you’re going to miss out on the rest of your life! The boat is
caught up in a whirlpool, and the only way out is to swim! Now all your
precious literature can’t help you one bit. You thought me an idiot, and now
look at you! Stuck in the mud like an ass!”
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