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The Master stood before the monks for some time in silence. Then he held up a Hubwheel. "What is this?" he asked. The monks were wary. His instruction had been harsh during their time at the school. Yet one piped up. "It's a Hubwheel," he said. "No!" roared the Master. He hurled the Hubwheel at the monk. It glanced off his forehead with a sound like a billiard ball hitting a bathroom floor. "It is that! Hubwheel is just a word!" The dazed monk rubbed his head, stared at the two blurred images of the Master and nodded in understanding.