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proposed to put up with.
One morning, as I sauntered out to the banyan tree, wondering what was to be the outcome of this absurd situation, Ulysses motioned to me, and pointed to the blackboard, which I saw was covered with finely written characters.
"No, Ulysses," I said, "I am tired this morning, and it is very hot. I do not wish to get into a discussion with you."
Ulysses waved his trunk emphatically, and pointed again to the
