There is nothing left for me to do.
Once upon a time there was a dervish. As he was sitting in contemplation, he noticed that there was a sort of devil near him.
The dervish said: 'Why are you sitting there, making no mischief?"
The demon raised his head wearily. 'Since the theoreticians and would-be-teachers of the Path have appeared in such numbers, there is nothing left for me to do.'
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