When Raman was a boy, his neighbour once took him to the house of a rich and powerful landlord.
Hes a prodigy, the neighbour told the landlord.
Ive never seen a more intelligent boy. He has an answer for everything!
The landlord was a proud and haughty man who thought himself the only intelligent person in the country. He was not at all pleased to hear his visitor praise Raman.
He doesnt look very intelligent, he said, glancing at Raman. In any case the more intelligent a boy is, the duller he becomes as a man!
Is that true? asked Raman, with an air of innocence. Then, sir, as a boy you must have been even more intelligent than I am!