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+Date: 2015-05-03
+Number: 190
+Title: To Make An Omelette
+Names: Djishin, Banzen, Mizuh
+Topics: encryption, security, cryptography, expertise, specialization
+Geekiness: 2
+Credits: Inspired by a request from April King.
+Illus.0.src: broken.jpg
+Illus.0.title: Obviously he wasn't using Secure Shell.
+Illus.0.par: 1
+Tagline: In which we have egg on our face.
+
+The monk [[Djishin]] was building an application which
+managed sensitive information of minor importance.  He
+approached master [[Banzen]] and said: "I have spent many
+days reading about cryptography.  I am confident that I can
+implement a secret-sharing framework."
+
+Banzen said: "In the teachings of master [[Mizuh]], it is said
+that a monk will not truly understand cryptography until he
+has juggled eight fresh plover's eggs for eight full minutes
+over a floor of rough-hewn planks.  Return to your domicile
+and practice.  In eight days we will see what you can do."
+
+A week later Djishin returned to Banzen, his head hung low.
+
+The monk said: "Gravity and clumsiness were ever victorious.
+Now I have used up my egg rations for the year, and my
+bedroom floor is sticky."
+
+Banzen said: "Any idiot can fling objects in the air and
+catch them once or twice.  To be a juggler is to understand
+the currents of the atmosphere, the limitations of the hand,
+the subtle mathematics of motion under gravity.  A juggler
+protects the floor as if every egg were a thief."
+
+Djishin considered this.
+
+At length the monk said:  "Risk is proportional to the value
+of what is imperiled.  If a thief breaks into my bedroom
+because my lock is poor, what does it matter if at worst I
+lose my pillow?"
+
+Banzen rapped Djishin on the head with his staff and asked:
+"How does your room smell?"
+
+"Of rotten eggs," said Djishin, rubbing his cranium.
+
+Banzen said: "The true problem was not the missed catch, but
+the yolk seeping into the floorboards.  If your lock is poor
+but your pillow has not been stolen, look under your
+bed!  The thief may simply be lying in wait for the day you
+return with a jingling purse."
+
+
+== Qi's commentary
+
+Djishin owes Banzen a breakfast in bed.  Better the monk
+knows a year of no eggs than one omelette stuffed with
+salmonella.
+
+
+== Qi's poem
+
+Mizuh was threatened by a learned bandit. //
+The bandit wished to know Mizuh's birth-name. //
+"My Parents Never Told Me," said Mizuh. //
+The bandit left dejected, and Mizuh smiled.

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+Date: 2015-05-18
+Number: 191
+Title: The Four Words of Distress
+Subtitle: Part One
+Part: 1
+Names: Bawan
+Topics: design, user interfaces, user experience, help, cancel, undo
+Geekiness: 2
+Tagline: In which we are placated.
+
+Master [[Bawan]] came upon a monk struggling with the photocopy
+machine.  The monk was jabbing buttons in frustration, but
+the copier sat silent.
+
+Bawan shooed the boy away, saying: "Machines can sense
+desperation.  It unsettles them."  The master calmly pressed
+buttons one by one, pausing to breathe between each.  The
+machine chugged to life, and the desired copies began to
+appear.
+
+The monk asked, "How is it that so simple a thing can sense
+the subtleties of emotion?"
+
+Bawan replied, "The lake knows when the wind is angry, for
+she wrinkles her face and slaps the shore."
+
+The monk considered this.
+
+At length he said, "When the physician senses my
+distress, she attends to my needs.  The designers of this
+machine's user interface would do well to follow her example."
+
+Bawan raised a finger. "Even the finest physician will give you no
+relief if you only howl in pain and rend your garments.
+Instead, draw a deep breath and try the Four Words of
+Distress."
+
+The monk asked, "What are these 'Four Words'?"
+
+The master said, "From least to greatest comfort given, they
+are: /Help/, /Cancel/, and /Undo/.  Offer them all to users
+of your own interfaces, and when they have departed
+they will say, ‘Here labors a physician of supreme
+compassion, who understands our fallibilities and
+spares us from self-harm!’"
+
+The monk said, "You spoke of but three words.  What is the
+fourth?"
+
+Bawan hit the /Off/ button and went out.

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+Date: 2015-05-25
+Number: 192
+Title: The Four Words of Distress
+Subtitle: Part Two
+Part: 2
+Names: Bawan, Eku, Eku's parrot
+Topics: design, user interfaces, user experience, help, cancel, undo
+Geekiness: 2
+Tagline: In which we reap what we sow.
+Illus.0.src: message.jpg
+Illus.0.title: This same monk would later invent Post-It notes.
+
+[[#191|This same monk]] maintained a site
+that sold agricultural tools to local farmers.  It lately had
+caused these farmers much frustration, so the monk
+resolved to follow master [[Bawan]]'s advice and offer the
+[[#191|Four Words of Distress]] to his users as quickly as
+possible.  For when an angry farmer wants to get his point
+across to a developer, that point is usually at the tip of a
+scythe.
+
+- - -
+
+The monk devoted his first sprint to providing /Help/
+buttons throughout the interface, implemented as links into
+the online user manual.  This, he thought, would take the
+least time and effort -- and besides, farmers should
+appreciate the value of low-hanging fruit.
+
+But soon after deployment the monk found a note stuck into
+his door, on the business end of an axe:
+
+     Drowning, I cried out to your boat for Help. //
+     You threw a heavy tome and rowed away.  //
+     A friendly voice was all the rope I needed -- //
+     Now I crave the sort that makes a noose.
+
+- - -
+
+The monk devoted his second sprint to providing /Cancel/
+buttons throughout the interface, so that any action
+of importance would only proceed after confirmation.
+
+But soon after deployment the monk found a second note stuck
+into his door, this one on the tines of a pitchfork:
+
+     When asked, /Do you truly wish to cancel your order?/  //
+     my only choices were /OK/ and /Cancel/.  //
+     I chose Cancel, yet received ten thousand pitchforks --  //
+     I shall send one to your posterior... OK?
+
+- - -
+
+The monk devoted his third sprint to providing an
+ever-present /Undo/ button, so that any action could be
+reversed.  This took the greatest time and effort, yet he
+was well-pleased with the result.
+
+But soon after deployment the monk found a third note stuck
+to his door, this one held fast by garden-spikes:
+
+     A penitent man cries, <i>what have I done?</i> //
+     Merciful gods vow to turn back time. //
+     A cricket chirps.  All else is still -- //
+     Now the man cries: <i>what have I <b>un</b>-done?</i>
+
+- - -
+
+That evening Bawan informed the monk that a line of
+townsfolk had been seen advancing up the mountain, holding
+various farm implements which glinted in the setting sun.
+
+The monk declared, "Three of your Four Words have failed me!"
+
+The master replied, "Eku had a parrot that repeated her
+words faithfully, but no one went to the parrot for wisdom."
+
+"How can I placate my users?" asked the monk.
+
+"The parrot placated Eku's cat at dinner-time," said Bawan.
+
+"There is still the Fourth Word of Distress," said the monk.
+"Can /it/ save me?"
+
+"Only if you invoke it yourself," said Bawan.
+
+The monk hit the /Off/ button on his workstation and fled the
+mountain forever.

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+Date: 2015-05-31
+Number: 193
+Title: The Vicious Circle
+Names: Kaimu, Laughing Monkey Clan
+Topics: interviews, experience, joy-hacking
+Geekiness: 1
+Tagline: In which we resolve a paradox.
+Illus.0.src: sisters.jpg
+Illus.0.title: "Charlie's Angels: The Early Years"
+Credits: From an idea suggested by Gonzalo Alcalde.
+
+Three sisters from a poor family petitioned the abbot of the
+[[Laughing Monkey Clan]] for admission to the Temple as
+developers.
+
+"I cannot hire any of you," said the abbot after he looked
+at their résumés and code samples. "You do not have the
+necessary experience."
+
+"But it is the same complaint everywhere we go!" protested
+one of the sisters.  "How are we to /acquire/ experience
+if we are refused entrance to every place that /offers/
+experience simply because we /lack/ experience?"
+
+Master [[Kaimu]] happened to be passing by and overheard this.
+He said to the girls: "Desire is the root of
+all suffering.  If you cannot do what you desire, then do
+what you must, so that in your spare time you may do what
+you truly love."
+
+The master then departed, but the girls were not comforted.
+
+- - -
+
+Several months later the master came upon these same three
+sisters sharing a humble meal in the village.  He asked them
+how they fared.
+
+The first said, "By day I do carpentry to pay the bills,
+and by night I carve sculptures for my amusement."
+
+The second said, "By day I sell fish to pay the bills,
+and by night I practice dance for my amusement."
+
+The third said, "By day I repair garments to pay the bills, and
+by night I code little applications for my amusement."
+
+Kaimu returned to the abbot and, telling him what had
+transpired, said, "Admit the third sister to your clan, for
+she has what we seek."
+
+The abbot asked, "Should we not advise her elder sisters
+to follow her example, that they might gain experience
+and also be admitted?"
+
+/"Null,"/ said Kaimu. "How can we advise them on 'what to truly love'?"
+
+
+
+
+{{*}} "Stealthy Wombat" offers this poem:<p>Enkudu began a journey of a thousand /li/<br>With only a walking stick, a meal of fish, a cloak, and a navigation app.<br>How happy the first two sisters!<br>Enkudu shall never disdain their love.

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+Number: 194
+Date: 2015-06-08
+Title: Stray
+Names: Zjing, Wangohan, Landhwa
+Topics: leading edge, bleeding edge, management, leadership
+Geekiness: 2
+
+Young master [[Zjing]] had let the senior monk Wangohan
+[[#183|choose his own technology stack]] for the project he
+was building.
+
+"For from what I have observed in the valley," she
+explained, "managing developers is like herding cattle: if
+you want the animal to move forward, the worst place to
+stand is in its path."
+
+Throughout the first month Zjing was confident of the wisdom
+of her approach, for [[Wangohan]] was happier than she had
+ever seen him.  He arrived early and eager each morning,
+seldom leaving his cubicle except for sleep.  He had even
+been observed chatting amiably with the monk [[Landhwa]],
+whom he despised.
+
+But in the past few weeks Wangohan's demeanor had changed.
+He still arrived early and stayed late, but now he spoke to
+no one.  During teleconferences he appeared so sallow and pale
+that Zjing had to check the color balance of her monitor.
+
+When she finally asked the monk what troubled him, Wangohan
+replied only that he had encountered some unanticipated
+difficulties, but (he assured her) have no fear: he had
+Googled this, downloaded that, sent messages to these and
+got answers from those, and all would be right as rain soon
+enough.  Before Zjing could ask for specifics, or even a few
+proper nouns, Wangohan terminated the call.
+
+/I must investigate,/ thought Zjing.
+
+She began with Wangohan's code, and discovered that
+everything about it was unfamiliar -- even the
+implementation language was one which the Temple did not
+use.  Wading through the alien syntax, she learned that the
+user interface was coded with an AJAX-JSON-XPath framework
+well beyond the capabilities of the Temple's junior
+developers; the templating language made Perl4 look
+civilized and quaint; and the persistence layer was a
+NoSQL database so experimental that the release number
+began with two zeroes and ended in the words 'alpha' and
+'SNAPSHOT'.
+
+/I have investigated,/ thought Zjing.  /And now I must lie down./
+
+- - -
+
+The next day, after being pressed, Wangohan confessed that
+he could not get the various technologies to work as
+desired.  Strange exceptions were appearing.  Sometimes the
+application hung, sometimes it ran out of memory.  Having no
+one in the Temple to turn to, he had resorted to message
+boards, mailing lists, untried patches, and wild guesses.
+
+Zjing excused herself, left her little hut, and spent the
+rest of the morning leaning on a low fence overlooking a
+pasture, thinking.
+
+Eventually some cattle appeared on the other side of the
+fence, shuffling in her direction.  Then a dozen more,
+and a dozen behind them.
+
+"Farmer!" she called out to the man walking behind the herd.
+"How do you lead so many cattle to the sweetest clover,
+losing not one?"
+
+/"Wú,"/ shouted the farmer.  "I do no such thing, for bulls
+and cows know nothing about following -- only about
+avoiding.  See how they edge away as I approach!  Sometimes
+I walk to their right to keep them from the forest,
+sometimes I walk to their left to keep them from the ditch,
+and sometimes I walk behind to keep them from turning
+around.  I am always moving, yet calm; seeing all, and
+always seen.  In this way I keep my cattle together,
+although not so crowded that they become anxious and take
+flight.  For the first rule of /herding/ is that you must
+produce a /herd/, and a herd is a nebulous thing, midway
+between order and chaos."
+
+Hearing these words, Zjing was enlightened.
+
+{{*}} Translator Andre Bogus offers the following poem:<p>The herd was still, the cattle grazed<br>Zjing saw them and was amazed<br>How full of harmony those cows<br>unlike her monks the meadow browse</p>

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+Date: 2015-06-15
+Number: 195
+Title: The Magician's Code
+Names: Elephant's Footprint Clan, Bawan
+Topics: Java, transactions, annotations, internals, AOP, third-party code, open source, black boxes, encapsulation
+Geekiness: 3
+Tagline: In which bunnies make a brief appearance.
+Illus.0.src: Rabbit.jpg
+Illus.0.title: I put two rabbits in the box, and eight came out.  I'm pretty sure that wasn't mentioned in the documentation.
+
+A monk of the [[Elephant's Footprint Clan]] found that his
+new service method was failing to update the database,
+although no exceptions were thrown.  He sought the help of
+Java master [[Bawan]].
+
+After a brief investigation, Bawan declared, "Your
+Service's auto-generated proxy object is not committing the
+transaction because the /Transactional/ annotation was
+placed on a private helper method, instead of on the
+public interface method which calls it."
+
+"I do not understand," said the monk. "What is this 'proxy
+object' that you speak of?"
+
+Bawan eyed the monk suspiciously.
+"Describe to me how commits and rollbacks are done by the
+AOP framework."
+
+The monk shrugged.  "They are done automatically."
+
+Bawan smacked the monk on the head.  "If I ask you how the
+Emperor's magician makes rabbits disappear, will you answer:
+'by magic'?  Think before speaking, or I will show you how I
+make monks disappear."
+
+The monk rubbed his head.  "Should we not expect a third-party
+framework to liberate us from the need to know its internals?
+What of the Principle of the Black Box?"
+
+Bawan reached behind the monk's left ear, produced a
+wooden spoon out of thin air, and hit the monk with that
+too.  "When a rabbit is placed inside the Black Box and
+vanishes on cue, it is the audience's privilege to simply
+/ooh/ and /aah/ in wonderment.  But we who step on
+stage should know how the trick is done.
+The loss of innocence is the price of applause."

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+Date: 2015-06-22
+Number: 196
+Title: Fee
+Names: Suku, Drowning Temple
+Topics: teaching, compromise, empathy
+Geekiness: 2
+Tagline: In which we look at things from a different angle.
+
+Master [[Suku]] and her three apprentices had spent several
+sweltering days crossing a weedy marshland, seeking a temple
+somewhere near its center. The thickness of the air had long
+since stifled any desire for conversation.  For many hours
+the only sounds were the buzzing of microdrones and the
+group's own squelching footsteps.
+
+Finally they arrived at a rickety structure on stilts, housing
+only one abbess and a dozen novices.
+
+"The [[Drowning Temple]] is a poor one in every respect,"
+said the abbess.  "Our investments are currently under
+water, and the average grade of our novices is well below C
+level.  But name your fee for speaking and we'll see what
+we can do."
+
+"We trade only in knowledge," said Suku.  "Have your temple
+lecture on the first day, and mine will lecture on the
+day following."
+
+"This pleases us," said the abbess.
+
+"Then make space for us to sleep on the floor," said Suku.
+"Come the morning we will learn from each other."
+
+When the preparations were made, and the last lantern had
+been turned down for the night, Suku's eldest apprentice
+whispered: "Master, what can these people teach us?"
+
+Suku made a ∅ sign on the moldy floorboards,
+fell back on her mat, and closed her eyes.
+
+- - -
+
+On the first day, Suku and her apprentices sat patiently
+while the novices of the Drowning Temple spoke of their
+doings and observations.  As he expected, Suku's eldest
+apprentice heard nothing that he did not already know.
+Indeed, he found some of the Drowning Temple's coding
+practices so completely absurd that he had to mask his
+laughter by coughing violently and blaming his outbursts on
+a rare pollen allergy.
+
+On the second day, Suku's eldest apprentice spoke for a full
+two hours on the superior coding practices of his own
+temple.  Yet he found himself so beleaguered by challenges
+from the Drowning Temple that he nearly walked out in frustration.
+To make matters worse, some of novices of the Drowning
+Temple had apparently contracted his unique pollen allergy.
+
+- - -
+
+That night, Suku quietly asked the eldest apprentice what he
+had learned from the novices.
+
+The eldest apprentice made the ∅ sign of the
+empty-set on the moldy floorboards, fell back on his mat,
+and closed his eyes.
+
+Suku whacked him on the nose and repeated her question to
+the others.
+
+The second apprentice answered, "Our eldest knows how to
+chastise, but not how to convince."
+
+The third apprentice answered, "Our eldest wishes to make
+others accept, but has failed to first make them reject."
+
+"Excellent," said Suku.  "Some of us have learned, so our
+Fee has been paid."
+
+She grabbed the index finger of the eldest apprentice,
+saying to him: "You speak to your peers as if they were
+empty registers waiting to be filled with the bits of your
+wisdom.  Ours may be a dry digital world, but it is built
+atop wetware, which is squishy and irrational and prone to
+overheating.  You cannot flip a brain from /zero/ to /one/
+simply by praising the /one/.  You must start at the /zero/,
+extoll its virtues, explore its faults, exhort your
+listeners to look beyond it.  To weigh the /zero/ against
+the /one/, the listener must have both in mind together.  Only
+when they have freely chosen the /one/ will they abandon the
+/zero/."
+
+Still holding the index finger of the eldest apprentice, Suku slowly
+drew a zero on the floorboards and a one across its center.
+[[#85|Considering the symbol anew,]] the eldest was corrected.
+
+
+

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+Date: 2015-06-29
+Number: 197
+Title: Forgiveness
+Names: Zjing, Banzen, Hwídah, Yishi-Shing, Clan of Iron Bones
+Topics: error handling, requirements, trust
+Geekiness: 2
+Tagline: In which there is a rude awakening.
+Credits: Many thanks to Alex Plumley and Mike Warren for their helpful comments!
+Illus.0.src: visitors.jpg
+Illus.0.title: Hi, guys! What's up?
+Illus.0.par: last
+Illus.0.align: center
+
+The most sensitive implementation tasks were often trusted
+to masters only, and one such task had just been assigned to young
+master [[Zjing]].
+
+"It is a critical webservice endpoint, which must be ready
+by tomorrow morning," explained master [[Banzen]]. "I have
+emailed you my notes on how it should behave."
+
+Zjing labored in her little hut throughout the night. But as
+dawn approached she noticed something amiss: if the backend
+threw an unchecked exception, Banzen wanted her to catch it
+and return a status of SERVICE_ERROR.
+
+"Either his knowledge of our protocols is woefully lacking,
+or his notes were made in too much haste," said Zjing to
+herself.  "For I have implemented a dozen such services, and
+we return <i>SYSTEM</i>_ERROR in this case."
+
+She began an email to the Temple masters, requesting
+permission to make the change, when she stopped herself:
+
+"It will be hours before this is seen.  Am I so full of
+self-doubt that I will jeopardize our schedule, sitting on
+my hands until my elders tell me what I already know?  What
+kind of master behaves thusly?  And think of the dishonor it
+would bring on poor Banzen, to have his mistake be known!
+How true the saying: when time is short, it /is/ easier to
+beg forgiveness than permission."
+
+- - -
+
+The following midnight, the entire [[Clan of Iron Bones]]
+was awakened by their cellphones beeping CRITICAL OUTAGE.
+Host master [[Yishi-Shing]] woke the nun [[Hwídah]] to help
+investigate.
+
+"I have traced the problem to Zjing's new code," explained a
+bleary-voiced Hwídah on the conference call.  "Her
+webservice returned SYSTEM_ERROR when it caught
+a RuntimeException."
+
+"That is our custom," said Zjing.
+
+"Not when the webservice is an /internal monitor/, and the
+exception came from pinging a non-critical vendor site
+known to be unreliable," said Banzen.
+"<i>SERVICE</i>_ERROR is our custom then, Young Master...
+for that would not have woken Yishi-Shing's
+entire clan while they were sleeping off their three-day upgrade
+marathon.  The clan was most interested in administering
+your correction."
+
+"I suppose it is fortunate that they do not know where I
+live," said Zjing.
+
+At that moment there was an angry pounding on Zjing's door.
+
+"Ah, did you wish that kept a secret?" asked Banzen.
+"I /do/ beg your forgiveness."

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+Date: 2015-07-05
+Number: 198
+Title: This Too Shall Pass
+Names: Kaimu
+Topics: learning, memorization, forgetting, change
+Geekiness: 0
+Tagline: In which we relieve ourselves of a burden.
+Illus.0.src: occupied.jpg
+Illus.0.title: HEY! This is the WOMEN'S shrub!!
+
+In the forecourt of the temple, a monk asked master
+[[Kaimu]]: How can I keep pace with all there is to know,
+when technology changes faster every year?
+
+Kaimu answered: If a thing seems important, remember it.
+
+The monk asked: Is Kaimu always so flippant?  You might as
+well say, /if a raindrop falls, drink it./ The first gentle
+storm would burst my stomach!
+
+Kaimu frowned and said: Go to the well at
+the foot of the mountain.  Do not return to this temple
+until you have consumed ten thousand buckets.
+
+Dejected, the monk went to the well as he was told.  After a
+full hour he had barely finished a tenth of the first
+bucket, yet his bladder was so painfully swollen that he
+barely made it to the woods to relieve himself.
+
+As his body rid itself of water, the monk was enlightened.
+
+He returned to Kaimu immediately, saying: I come only to
+report a curious paradox. I have drunk my fill, but will
+be thirsty tomorrow.
+
+Kaimu replied: Have we met? If so, I have forgotten the
+circumstance.
+
+Thus did Kaimu bid the monk to re-enter the temple.

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+Date: 2015-07-12
+Title: Unwitting Accomplice
+Number: 199
+Names: Djishin, Banzen, Spider Clan, Jinyu
+Topics: third-party code, open source, laziness, new solutions, not-invented-here
+Geekiness: 2
+Tagline: In which we'd rather not make the effort.
+Illus.0.src: thwock-full.jpg
+Illus.0.title: Her cane is a very soft, hollow pine.  With a steel core.
+Illus.0.par: 8
+Illus.0.align: center
+
+Master [[Banzen]] was approached by his apprentice
+[[Djishin]], who said: "The Temple needs a REST library
+with JSON support.  I have located several third-party
+candidates, but I do not know how to choose among them."
+
+Banzen seemed taken aback.  "Did you not author
+such a library yourself, and provide it to the [[Spider Clan]]?"
+
+"Yes," said Djishin, "but now it is a stone around my neck.
+Every week the Spider Clan requests some new feature or
+files a bug report, claiming the utmost urgency.  And
+whenever /anything/ goes wrong with our webservices I am
+summoned to investigate whether my code is the culprit!  The
+story is the same for all the other libraries I have
+provided to our Temple.  May I live ten thousand years and
+never write another!"
+
+That afternoon Banzen went to the abbess Jinyu, saying:
+
+"I wasted years trying to quell Djishin's desire to write
+his own frameworks instead of acquiring well-known
+ones.{{*}} Time and again I showed him how his solutions
+were too ambitious, or too inflexible, or too insecure.
+Yet in the end he has been swayed not by my
+teachings, but by the pain of responsibility!  Had I let him
+release his pitiful code to the Temple when he first became
+my apprentice I'd have saved myself a lifetime's worth of
+bother!"
+
+"The prolific developer may appear to enjoy work, yet that
+is not always so," said Jinyu.  "Everyone has tasks they
+enjoy and tasks they abhor.  Djishin's fault was that he was
+too lazy to look for solutions farther away than the tips of
+his fingers.  /Your/ fault was that /you/ never looked past
+his Outer Industriousness to discover the Inner Laziness
+from which it came.  Thankfully, Djishin's former master
+warned me of the monk's flaw before I took him in."
+
+Banzen's jaw dropped open.  "Why did you not mention this
+years ago?"
+
+Jinyu rapped Banzen on the head with her cane.  "Why did
+you never climb the steps to my office and ask my advice?
+Do not trouble my ears about Djishin -- he learned
+/well/ from your example."
+
+
+{{*}} See cases [[#78]], [[#108]], [[#109]], [[#134]], [[#167]], [[#190]].