The Best One Is Not for Sale
A young woman looks at three old cameras on the stall.
“This first one is old,” the stallholder says.
“The second one is older. It is better,” he says.
“And the third one? It is the oldest. It is the best.”
She picks up the third camera. “How much is the best one?”
“The best one is not for sale,” he says. “It is mine.”