He came on a short video of a writer being
interviewed. The aging writer with a distinct
but somewhat unplaceable accent looked at the
pretty, young, fawning, sycophant female,
placed his hands together in the gesture of
piety, respect, reverence and offered, “Namaste.”
The interviewer gushed with effusive praise
telling the writer and all the viewers that she
loved his writing (which was mostly editing),
that she had read all his books and that his
writing had opened her life and heart. The
writer smiled and nodded taking in such homage
with apparent humility and it was at that
moment the viewer wondered if behind the knowing
nod, the writer of wise and wonderful things
wasn’t simply wishing she would open her legs.