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Prince Wen Hui's cook was cutting up an ox.
Out went a hand, down went a shoulder. He planted a foot.
He pressed a knee. The ox fell apart with a whisper. The bright cleaver murmured like a gentle wind. Rhythm! Timing! Like a sacred dance. Like the mulberry grove.
Like ancient harmonies!
"Good work!" the Prince exclaimed. "Your method is faultless!"
"Method?" said the cook, laying down his cl…
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