I was reminded, in my abstract-professor mode, of something I thought I should share with my ever-burgeoning flock.
Do any of you below the age of ninety remember a show called "The Lone Ranger"? Well, the premise was this big, white, masked Good Samaritan who basically Ranged The West with his trusty servant Indian fellow, a guy named Tonto.
Tonto was required to respectfully address his master as "Kemo Sabe." I have no idea what lunatic Hollywood coke addict came up with that concept, but God knows, there were enough of them in the forties and fifties.
But one day, so the story goes, The Lone Ranger and his trusty native servant were camped out just above a ridge, at night, above a vast assembly of teepees and Native Folk.
The Lone Ranger observed the situation carefully, and said "Tonto," and Tonto said "Yes, kemo sabe?" and The Lone Ranger said "Tonto, we're going to invade the camp tomorrow morning, kill the native hordes, and round up their children."
And Tonto said "Kemo sabe, what you mean, 'we'?"