You must have seen the sort of elderly man who
lives in a family and is always ready, day and night,
to entertain the children. He sits in the parlour and
smokes the hubble-bubble. With nothing in
particular to do, he leads a lazy life. Now and again
he goes to the inner court and cuts a pumpkin; for
since women do not cut pumpkins, they send the
children to ask him to come and do it. This is the
extent of his usefulness - hence his nickname,
'Elder, the pumpkin cutter.'
He is neither a man of the world nor a devotee of
God. That is not good.
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