Once at a crossroad, Mulla Nasruddin Hodja saw a portly nobleman riding towards
him.
"I say, Mulla," said the man. "Which is the way to the palace?"
"How did you know I was a Mulla?" asked Hodja. The nobleman had a habit of addressing every scholarly-looking man as "Mulla," which was a title given to learned men and meant master but he didn’t want to tell Hodja that.
"How did I know?" he bragged. "Well, I’m a mind-reader, that’s how."
"Pleased to meet you," said Hodja. "As to your question, read my mind and proceed."
"I say, Mulla," said the man. "Which is the way to the palace?"
"How did you know I was a Mulla?" asked Hodja. The nobleman had a habit of addressing every scholarly-looking man as "Mulla," which was a title given to learned men and meant master but he didn’t want to tell Hodja that.
"How did I know?" he bragged. "Well, I’m a mind-reader, that’s how."
"Pleased to meet you," said Hodja. "As to your question, read my mind and proceed."
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