Once upon a time there was a man who had a choice. He had two doors in front of him and he needed to pick one to walk through. "You may ask one of us which door to choose," said one of the two brothers guarding the door, "but only one. Then you must pick a door. One door leads to long life, the other to a plummeting death."
The man opened his mouth to talk but was quickly cut off by the first bother, "You should also know that one of us always lies and the other can only tell the truth."
This made the man stop and think, he sat down and thought for a moment. And then he sat and thought a moment more, and then another and another and another. Sat and thought sat and thought sat and thought. Finally, just as the moon took back the sky, he stood.
"You!" he exclaimed, pointing at the first brother, "If I were to ask your brother which door to walk through, which would he choose, left or right?" The first brother smiled fondly at him and then said, "The right."
The man walked over to the door and opened it, turning to express his thanks, the brother then stepped forward and whispered, "one last thing... I lied."
And the man fell.
isn't this a greek myth?
ReplyDeleteI like this story because you have to stop and think about it, you cant skim through it and understand it entirely. Its takes thought to comprehend, as do all great stories.
ReplyDeleteI like this because it makes me think. I still can't figure out what question he would ask what brother so he can live a long life.
ReplyDeleteOne thing that is bothering me. If the brother who told him to step through the right door, is the lying brother, why would he tell the truth and say that he lied. Clearly, hes the brother who always lies, so at the end shouldn't he have said..."one last thing, I was telling the truth" ?
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