The power of language

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The Mulla was made a magistrate.
During his first case the plaintiff argued so persuasively that he exclaimed:
‘I believe you are right!’

The clerk of the Court begged him to restrain himself, for the defendant had not been heard yet.

Nasrudin was so carried away by the eloquence of the defendant that he cried out as soon as the man had finished his evidence:
‘I believe you are right!’

The clerk of the court could not allow this.
‘Your honor, they cannot both be right!’

‘I believe you are right!’ said Nasrudin.

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