True story: In college I met the smartest guy I've ever known (also one of the nicest guys). He scored like a 39 or 49 out of 120 on the Putnam exam - without studying. His name was Dung Nguyen. (The name is pronounced something like Yoong Nwin.)
I call his house one time to talk about homework in the simulation class we took together. He's living with a bunch of other guys. Someone answers and I ask if I can speak to Dung. "Which one?" I say, "Dung Nguyen." He asks again, "Which one?" Well, the one who goes to U of L. "There are three of us named Dung Nguyen who go to U of L." By now I'm thinking this guy's pulling my leg. Okay, the guy I'm looking for is really, *REALLY* smart. "Oh! THAT Dung!" And withing 10 or 15 seconds I'm talking to my buddy.
I'm thinking Dung in the Vietnamese community is comparable to Kim among Koreans. (I'm now reflecting on fond memories of my friend Kim I haven't talked to in 4 or 5 years, but it's not pertinent so I won't elaborate.)
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