This is a true glimpse of something bigger to come.
In the meantime, can anyone guess what is on the other side of this gate?
If you only knock long enough and loud enough at the gate, you are sure to wake up somebody. ~Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
After the boys were particularly rowdy in class, the Persian tutor made them write a report of why they had been acting up and how they might comport themselves differently in the future given the same set of circumstances. My father wrote a strictly accurate account of the morning, but Ahmed’s copy, like his speech, was peppered with falsehoods. Five times the tutor made him rewrite the account, threatening him with a lashing for each fib, but Ahmed could not relate only the facts.
In a fit of rage, he wrote in French, to the same effect. More lies, more lashes. However, when my father jokingly said that the Persian tutor’s English was poor and he would surely not be able to catch any errors in Ahmed’s telling, a curious thing happened. Ahmed was able to tell the truth. He burst into tears, and it took my father all of a day to understand that he was happy and not upset.