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*... read conversation between Mr. Watt and William Knott...*

"Who's calling?" was the answer to the telephone.

"Watt."

"What is your name, please?"

"Watt's my name."

"That's what I asked you. What's your name?"

"That's what I told you. Watt's my name."

A long pause, and then from Watt, "Is this James Brown?"

"No, this is Knott."

"Please tell me your name."

"Will Knott."*

YOU LEFT THE TALKERS AT A POINT WHERE THEY WERE TOTALLY CONFUSED.
READ THE REST OF WHAT HAPPENED...*

"Why not?"

"Huh? What do you mean why not?"

"Yeah! Why won't you tell me your name?"

"But I told you my name!"

"Didn't you say you will not?"

"Not not, knott, Will Knott!"

"That's what I mean."

"So you know my name."

"Of course not!"

"Good. So now, what is yours?"

"Watt. Yours?"

"Your name!"

"Watt's my name."

"How the hell do I know? I am asking you!"

"Look I have been very patient and I have told you my name and you have
not even told me yours yet."

"You have been patient, what about me?"

"I have told you my name so many times and it is you who have not told
me yours yet."

"Of course not!"

"See, you even know my name!"

"Of course not!"

"Then why do you keep saying of course Knott?"

"Because I don't."*

[Pause]*

"What is your name?"

"See, you know my name!"

"Of course not!"

"Then why do you keep asking ,Watt, is your name?"

"To find out your name!"

"But you already know it!"

"What?"

"See, but you know mine!"

"Of course not!"

"Exactly!"*

NOW THEY ARE AT A POINT WHERE BOTH THINK THE OTHER KNOWS THEIR NAME, BUT
THEY THEMSELVES DON'T KNOW THE OTHER'S NAME.*

"Listen, listen, wait; if I asked you what your name is, what will be
your answer?"

"Watt's my name."

"No, no, give me only one word."

"Watt"

"Your name!"

"Right!"*

[Pause before it hits him]*

"Oh, Wright!"

"Yeah!"

"So why didn't you say it before?"

"I told you so many times!"

"You never said Wright before"

"Of course I did."

"Ok I won't argue any more. Do you know my name?"

"I do not."

"Well, there you go, now we know each other's name."

"I do not!"

"Good!"*

[Pause before it hits him]*

"Oh, Guud!"

"Good."

"No wonder, it took me so long, is that Dutch?"

"No, it's Knott!"

"Oh, okay. At least the names are clear now Guud."

"Yes Wright."*

NOW THEY BOTH THINK THEY KNOW EACH OTHER'S NAME AS WELL*

Nāser Housh'mand Vaziri (Persian: ناصر هوشمند وزیری) (b. 1946, Hamedan, Iran) is an Iranian sculptor. He is a graduate of the Fine Arts Faculty of University of Tehran. Although stone is his favourite material, he works with such other substances as mud, wood, sand, glass, fibreglass, ceramic, metal and cement. He works both in classical and modern styles of sculpting. He is further a taxidermist.[1] The sculptor and painter Roksānā Houshmand Vaziri[2] and the physicist and sculptor Rāmā Houshmand Vaziri[3] are daughters of Nāser Houshmand Vaziri. Nāser Houshmand Vaziri was born in Hamedan in 1946. At the age of five he moved with his parents to Tehran. His artistic talent became apparent during his secondary-school years. The sculpture of a street-sweeper that he made during this period was received very favourably by his teachers, who kept it on display in his school for some time. In 1966, after graduating from high-school, he enrolled in the Fine Arts Faculty of University of Tehran, where he studied sculpting and from where he graduated in 1971. He considers his mother as the single most important influence on him as well as his artistic life.[4] After graduating from university, Mr Vaziri began to work in his sculpting studio on Fātemi Street[5] in Tehran. He continued to work in this location for over thirty years. Around 2005 he closed this studio and moved to Lavāsān, in the North-East of Tehran,[6] where he works on his life-dream, turning his home and surroundings into a workshop and an in- and out-door arts museum. He is further digging a tunnel into the mountain,[7] hoping to reach a natural tunnel in the process. In doing so, he is simultaneously turning the dug tunnel into a museum of arts. He intends also to create, amongst other things, the real-size sculptures of all the mythical heroes of Ferdowsi's Shahnameh. Mr Vaziri is the creator of twenty-five of the real-size sculptures that have been installed in the Laundry Museum of Zanjān and of the thirty sculptures of the Bagh-e Ferdowsi [8] (The Garden of Ferdowsi) in northern Tehran. This audio slideshow, as well as this panoramic sequence of images provide a glimpse of the active projects of Mr Vaziri's at the time of writing these lines (i.e. May 2009