Neatly piled on the stand of the fruit pedlar
three kinds of fruit
shining and appetizing:
Love, Wisdom, and Joy.
'How much is a pound of Love? '
I cannot help but ask.
'More or less equal to a pound of Wisdom.'
'Then how much is a pound of Wisdom? '
'More or less equal to a pound of Joy.'
'Then how much is a pound of Joy? '
The fruit pedlar chuckles
'When you buy a Love fruit and
a Wisdom fruit
you get Joy for free.'
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