After another few words she turned and looked at me, searching my face with her chocolate eyes. She shifted the gaze to Rinpoche, who nodded, and then the woman bowed to me with that same reverence, that same otherworldly calm. No, no, I wanted to tell her. I wanted to take her by the shoulders and say, No! Wrong guy! This is Otto Ringling. Look, I can take out my wallet and show you my tennis club membership. I like sex. I like food very much, too much probably. I yell at my kids once in a while and I have opinions, very judgmental opinions, about everything on earth. This is a mistake. I
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