When I went in to see the loom, the weavers asked me what I thought of the cloth. “What do you think? Isn’t it beautiful stuff?”
“Oh, it’s lovely, lovely!” I said. “What texture! What rich color! I will tell the emperor that it pleases me very much.”
The truth is, though, I saw nothing. How can I say that to the emperor? He’ll think I’m not fit for my office. Or worse, he’ll think I’m unforgivably stupid!