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Chapter 4 - This harvest moon
"I beg your pardon, sir?" replies Mabel, the teller.
"Listen, damn it," repeats Chester. "I said I want to open a goddamn current account."
"I am sorry, sir," says Mabel. "But we don't tolerate language like that in this bank."
Then she leaves the window, walks over to the bank manager and whispers in his ear. The two of them return to where Chester is waiting.
"What?" says the manager icily, "seems to be the problem here?"
"There is no fucking problem," insists Chester. "I just won ten million dollars in the lottery and I want to open a goddamn current account!"
"I see, sir," says the manager. "And you're getting trouble from this bitch?"
Larry Lurch, a New York yuppy, goes into the Fussy Pussy pub in Greenwich Village.
He finds a beautiful girl he has dated before sitting in a corner, sobbing into her Pina Colada.
Larry sits down opposite her.
"Lulu," he asks her sympathetically, "what is wrong?"
"Oh! Everything," she sobs. "My cat, Tiddles, has disappeared, I got fired from my job, I am being thrown out of my apartment, and the doctors tell me I have terminal diarrhea."
"That is terrible," says Larry in a concerned voice. "What about if I take you out on Saturday night and cheer you up?"
Lulu shakes her head and sobs, "I have decided to kill myself on Saturday night."
"Oh!" says Larry, "Well what about Friday night?" Now, Nivedano ... beat the drum.
(Drumbeat) (Gibberish) Nivedano ... (Drumbeat)
Be silent. Close your eyes.
Feel your body completely frozen. No movement ...
Go in, deeper and deeper.
This moment you are all buddhas. This moment you are not,
Osho - The Miracle 63
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