Seeing the countenance, it instantly rises. It flies round, and by and by settles.Go here to read the introductory post to this serialized version of the Analects of Confucius.
The Master said, "There is the hen-pheasant on the hill bridge. At its season! At its season!" Tsze-lu made a motion to it. Thrice it smelt him and then rose.
~ James Legge translation via The Internet Classics Archive ~
Sunday, January 15, 2012
Chapter 10, Part 18 - Confucius
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