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- "Let me tell you the most beautiful story I know.
- A man was given a dog, which he loved very much.
- The dog went with him everywhere,
- but the man could not teach it to do anything useful.
- The dog would not fetch or point,
- it would not race or protect or stand watch.
- Instead the dog sat near him and regarded him,
- always with the same inscrutable expression.
- 'That's not a dog, it's a wolf,' said the man's wife.
- 'He alone is faithful to me,' said the man,
- and his wife never discussed it with him again.
- One day the man took his dog with him into his private airplane
- and as they flew over high winter mountains,
- the engines failed
- and the airplane was torn to shreds among the trees.
- The man lay bleeding,
- his belly torn open by blades of sheared metal,
- steam rising from his organs in the cold air,
- but all he could think of was his faithful dog.
- Was he alive? Was he hurt?
- Imagine his relief when the dog came padding up
- and regarded him with that same steady gaze.
- After an hour the dog nosed the man's gaping abdomen,
- then began pulling out intestines and spleen and liver
- and gnawing on them, all the while studying the man's face.
- 'Thank God,' said the man.
- 'At least one of us will not starve.'"
- -- from The God Whispers of Han Qing-Jao
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