But I have no longing to pursue these glimpses any further. Can this be, or am I totally on the wrong track?
I hope that you are totally on the wrong track, because I don’t want to meet somebody who loves me with his whole being, who does not want to meditate, and who already has experiences of pure ecstasy and unbounded joy that are totally inexpressible. And who does not want to meditate who not only does not want to meditate, he does not even think about it!
Then I am puzzled: either you are on the wrong track…or perhaps you are cuckoo.
Pope the Polack is on his world pilgrimage. He stops in San Francisco to bless the people and take part in a holy mass at the cathedral.
Claude, a transvestite, happens to be sitting next to the aisle as the pope comes past on his way to the altar, swinging the incense burner.
“Hey, sweetheart,” says Claude to a startled Pope the Polack, “I just love your gown. But did you know that your handbag is on fire?”
You must be the same type of person.
Ezra Grubelberg fell out of a fourth-story window. While he is lying flat on the ground with a big crowd around him, a policeman walks over and asks, “What happened?”
“I don’t know,” Ezra replies, “I just got here.”
Grandma Faginbaum walks into the pub with a parrot on her finger. She holds it up and shouts, “I will screw the first guy who can guess the weight of this parrot.”
After a long silence, a drunk in the back of the bar yells out, “Two hundred kilos.”
Grandma whirls round and says, “Close enough!”
You seem to belong to these people.
One night, Paddy and Sean are stumbling along some railway tracks when Sean turns to Paddy and says, “I hate this staircase. The steps are too far apart.”
“I don’t mind that,” says Paddy, “the thing that is killing me is the low hand-rails.”
Bernie Bernstein phones Goldberg and Finkelstein, the merchants. “Put me through to Mr. Finkelstein, please,” says Bernie.
“I am afraid Mr. Finkelstein has gone out, sir,” replies the secretary.