At least not too old and lazy to mock the "master" for his blindness to his own cartoonish ego and the hilariously transparent situations he gets caught in.
(Frustrated by the slowness of the delivery of his new Porshe from Germany, he commands a premie to get ahold of the captain and tell him to make the ship go faster.)
I learned a new word today in a NYT column by David Brooks: "But he seems to suffer from an angry form of anhedonia, the inability to experience happiness."
I couldn't help but think of Rawat. It makes so much sense that the one who prattles on about infinite joy is really incapable of feeling any, let alone infinite.
The forum is too priceless to abandon!