A craftsman asked Peter Gower, "Where have all the Past Masters and the ancient three Grand Masters gone?”
Peter Gower responded, "What did you say?"
The craftsman said, "I commanded an exceedingly fine racehorse to spring forth, but only a lame tortoise appeared."
Peter Gower said nothing. The next day when he emerged from his bath, the craftsman served him a plate of fruit. Peter Gower gave the craftsman a pat on the shoulder.
The craftsman said, "Oh, the old boss has noticed for the first time."
Peter Gower again said nothing.