This Reminds Me Of A Story

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NASRUDIN NASREDDIN NASRUDDIN NASREDDINE NASRODIN NASTRATIN NASRETTIN NASRADDIN NASTRADHIN NASR-ID-DEEN NASR-EDDIN NASIRUD-DIN NASR-UD-DIN NASR EDDIN NASR-ED-DIN NASR ED DINE NASS EDDIN ANASTRATIN ARISTIN HODJA HOCA HODZA KHOJA HODSCHA HOGIA HOGEA CHOTZA CHOTZAS KHODJA MULLA MULLAH MOLLA MAULANA DJUHA DJ’HA DJOH’A JEHA DJEHA BIRBAL JUHA DJOUHA DJUBA DJAHANE JIHA YOUGALE GOHA CH’HA SI DJEH’A DOUJEIM MOHA DJAFFAH EFFENDI philosophy

Gregory Bateson, biologist and thinker, one of the geniuses of the twentieth century, had a favourite parable he told to generations of students:
"The ultimate scientist built, at last, the ultimate computer. It was time to ask the machine the ultimate question:
"Will computers ever think like humans?"
The great machine processed this request for a long time running through huge databases never contained by individual mind. After six days well spent,when the computer saw it was good and took the traditional day-off and he rested on the seventh day from all his work which he had made, the answer was ready, printed out neatly on one sheet of white paper. The Scientist rushed to it and read:
"This reminds me of a story.."

Nasrudin Hoca Stories:

Foreword

They say that Mullah Nasreddin, the perplexed Hoca, shameless thief of wisdom, jester of the kings,descendant of Esop, brother of Till, rich cousin of Djeha, grandfatner of Birbal, ...

Now Nasrudin was a ferryman. One day he took a scholar in his boat. As he listened to the Hoca's...

Wisdom is a treasury that grows as you give it away. This is wonderful, but giving it away does not make you rich...

I is most difficult to see things that are not there...

When the whole world smells fish.. you better clean your nose.

It was late and cold. The wandering Hoca was homeless and hungry ...

The Hodja had seven monkeys ...

The Mullah was sitting by the watercourse under the old weeping willow ...

One day, the Mullah went to the market in Konya with his son...

Hoca felt it was time to take a Turkish bath...

It was a dark autumn night. Hoca, down on his elbows and knees...

At one time Hoca used to be cadi, a judge in his village. His son was by his side to learn the office of giving justice...

A wise man must be a fool indeed to teach his own enemy. For quite a while now, at the teahouse...

A poor man passed by a shop where appetising shish kebab was roasting on a turning rod and koftes were frying with irresistible aromas...

Have trust in Allah, said Hoca, but don't forget to tie up your camel...

The news spread, like fire in the bushes. Timur the Lame, the angry ghost of Gengis Khan...

Nasreddin was strolling through the market of Konya. His eyes and his nose were full...

Hoca rode back from Konya as fast as he could, impatient to break the news....

Tamerlane may Allah keep him forever where he belongs was sick and tired of the flatterers at his court...

Around the tents of the big encampment everyone was busy at the king's orders....

Timur Kurgan Protector of the scholars disliked tormenting the learned....

One morning, four years before his days were all counted Tamerlane had Nasrudin called...

The new market-street in Samarkand was as rich as you can imagine...

A Spanish envoy offered to Tamerlane a precious chest full of magnificent presents...

After another one of his many battles with the rebellious Black Sheep, Timur rode back...

Tamerlane, the protector of the arts, became very fond of spending his leisure time...

The mighty and terrible Tamerlane, conqueror of numberless kingdoms, had, besides his awesome qualities, a couple of minor shortcomings...

One early morning, Tamerlane sent for Nasrudin. Listen, worm he spoke...

As everybody knows by now, Timur the Lame...

The ageing Tamerlane sent after his favourite jester Nasreddin to come and tease his wits...

One day as Tamerlane sat alone in private counsel with his favourite fool Nasrudin he felt inspired...

The splendid court of Samarkand was glittering with the loot of twelve conquered kingdoms...

On the way back from Samarkand to Aksehir the Silk Road seemed never to end and was mainly made of sand...

Tired with the world, Hoca Nasrudin - the enlightened dervish - lived secluded...

For once Hoca was almost rich...

Because of old age and in spite of being wise Nasreddin was now a reputed philosopher ...

Well, the Mullah was growing old indeed...

The wisdom of the world is contained in no more than seven stories...

Autumn is the right season to tell the rich from the poor...

Far astray from the holy road to Mecca, lost in the great desert...

Nasrudin, can I please have your laundry rope for a couple of days...

One day Hoca found a dervish stealing figs in his orchard...

Out on the road under the blazing sun, the ever hungry Hoca found a party of merchants...

Hoca folded his legs, sat down in front of the sultan’s palace and proceeded to shout in the evening breeze...

The Hodja strolled away at the butchers’ and bought three ocka of his favourite mutton...

The souk was so crowded that you could easily mistake it for a carpet of beards...

There was a famous sheikh who hated Nasreddin’s jokes...

You know said old Hoca, now at eighty I am exactly as strong as I used to be...

Young Nasrudin went to his rich neighbour to borrow a larger pot and a dinar...

From the countless stories told about Nasrudin Hodja...

Other Stories:

One day, the Mullah went to the market in Konya with his son...

Hoca felt it was time to take a Turkish bath...

Links and bibliography:

Links to other similar pages.

A Nasredin Bibliography.

[ Français \| English ] NASRUDIN NASREDDIN NASRUDDIN NASREDDINE NASRODIN NASTRATIN NASRETTIN NASRADDIN NASTRADHIN NASR-ID-DEEN NASR-EDDIN NASIRUD-DIN NASR-UD-DIN NASR EDDIN NASR-ED-DIN NASR ED DINE NASS EDDIN ANASTRATIN ARISTIN HODJA HOCA HODZA KHOJA HODSCHA HOGIA HOGEA CHOTZA CHOTZAS KHODJA MULLA MULLAH MOLLA MAULANA DJUHA DJ’HA DJOH’A JEHA DJEHA BIRBAL JUHA DJOUHA DJUBA DJAHANE JIHA YOUGALE GOHA CH’HA SI DJEH’A DOUJEIM MOHA DJAFFAH EFFENDI philosophy Gregory Bateson, biologist and thinker, one of the geniuses of the twentieth century, had a favourite parable he told to generations of students: "The ultimate scientist built, at last, the ultimate computer. It was time to ask the machine the ultimate question: "Will computers ever think like humans?" The great machine processed this request for a long time running through huge databases never contained by individual mind. After six days well spent,when the computer saw it was good and took the traditional day-off and he rested on the seventh day from all his work which he had made, the answer was ready, printed out neatly on one sheet of white paper. The Scientist rushed to it and read: "This reminds me of a story.."
	Nasrudin Hoca Stories:
	Foreword
	They say that Mullah Nasreddin, the perplexed Hoca, shameless thief of wisdom, jester of the kings,descendant of Esop, brother of Till, rich cousin of Djeha, grandfatner of Birbal, ...
	Now Nasrudin was a ferryman. One day he took a scholar in his boat. As he listened to the Hoca's...
	Wisdom is a treasury that grows as you give it away. This is wonderful, but giving it away does not make you rich...
	I is most difficult to see things that are not there...
	When the whole world smells fish.. you better clean your nose.
	It was late and cold. The wandering Hoca was homeless and hungry ...
	The Hodja had seven monkeys ...
	The Mullah was sitting by the watercourse under the old weeping willow ...
	One day, the Mullah went to the market in Konya with his son...
	Hoca felt it was time to take a Turkish bath...
	It was a dark autumn night. Hoca, down on his elbows and knees...
	At one time Hoca used to be cadi, a judge in his village. His son was by his side to learn the office of giving justice...
	A wise man must be a fool indeed to teach his own enemy. For quite a while now, at the teahouse...
	A poor man passed by a shop where appetising shish kebab was roasting on a turning rod and koftes were frying with irresistible aromas...
	Have trust in Allah, said Hoca, but don't forget to tie up your camel...
	The news spread, like fire in the bushes. Timur the Lame, the angry ghost of Gengis Khan...
	Nasreddin was strolling through the market of Konya. His eyes and his nose were full...
	Hoca rode back from Konya as fast as he could, impatient to break the news....
	Tamerlane may Allah keep him forever where he belongs was sick and tired of the flatterers at his court...
	Around the tents of the big encampment everyone was busy at the king's orders....
	Timur Kurgan Protector of the scholars disliked tormenting the learned....
	One morning, four years before his days were all counted Tamerlane had Nasrudin called...
	The new market-street in Samarkand was as rich as you can imagine...
	A Spanish envoy offered to Tamerlane a precious chest full of magnificent presents...
	After another one of his many battles with the rebellious Black Sheep, Timur rode back...
	Tamerlane, the protector of the arts, became very fond of spending his leisure time...
	The mighty and terrible Tamerlane, conqueror of numberless kingdoms, had, besides his awesome qualities, a couple of minor shortcomings...
	One early morning, Tamerlane sent for Nasrudin. Listen, worm he spoke...
	As everybody knows by now, Timur the Lame...
	The ageing Tamerlane sent after his favourite jester Nasreddin to come and tease his wits...
	One day as Tamerlane sat alone in private counsel with his favourite fool Nasrudin he felt inspired...
	The splendid court of Samarkand was glittering with the loot of twelve conquered kingdoms...
	On the way back from Samarkand to Aksehir the Silk Road seemed never to end and was mainly made of sand...
	Tired with the world, Hoca Nasrudin - the enlightened dervish - lived secluded...
	For once Hoca was almost rich...
	Because of old age and in spite of being wise Nasreddin was now a reputed philosopher ...
	Well, the Mullah was growing old indeed...
	The wisdom of the world is contained in no more than seven stories...
	Autumn is the right season to tell the rich from the poor...
	Far astray from the holy road to Mecca, lost in the great desert...
	Nasrudin, can I please have your laundry rope for a couple of days...
	One day Hoca found a dervish stealing figs in his orchard...
	Out on the road under the blazing sun, the ever hungry Hoca found a party of merchants...
	Hoca folded his legs, sat down in front of the sultan’s palace and proceeded to shout in the evening breeze...
	The Hodja strolled away at the butchers’ and bought three ocka of his favourite mutton...
	The souk was so crowded that you could easily mistake it for a carpet of beards...
	There was a famous sheikh who hated Nasreddin’s jokes...
	You know said old Hoca, now at eighty I am exactly as strong as I used to be...
	Young Nasrudin went to his rich neighbour to borrow a larger pot and a dinar...
	From the countless stories told about Nasrudin Hodja...
	Other Stories:
	One day, the Mullah went to the market in Konya with his son...
	Hoca felt it was time to take a Turkish bath...
	Links and bibliography:
	Links to other similar pages.
	A Nasredin Bibliography.

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