Some one asked about Tsze-ch'an. The Master said, 'He was a kind man.'
He asked about Tsze-hsi. The Master said, 'That man! That man!'
He asked about Kwan Chung. 'For him,' said the Master, 'the city of Pien, with three hundred families, was taken from the chief of the Po family, who did not utter a murmuring word, though, to the end of his life, he had only coarse rice to eat.'