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attorney, Abraham Babblebrain, and tells him she wants a divorce.
"Very well, Mrs O'Grady," says Babblebrain, "what are your grounds?"
"Grounds?" asks Maureen. "What are grounds?"
"You know," says Babblebrain, "your reason. You have to have a reason for getting a divorce."
"Reason?" says Maureen. "Really? What sort of reason?"
"Well," says Babblebrain patiently, "for example, one reason would be if your husband does not give you enough money."
"Pah," snorts Maureen, "give me money? I give him money."
"Okay," says Babblebrain, "what about cruelty then? Does he beat you?"
"Pah," snorts Maureen again, "beat me? I beat him."
"Ah," says the lawyer, "so what about infidelity? Is he faithful to you in love?"
"That's it!" cries Maureen. "That's how we get him. I know for a fact that he is not the father of our third child."
Pope the Polack is talking with a distressed young priest, Father Finger.
"Oh, beloved Polack," says Father Finger, "the more I listen to the confessions of all these good Catholic Christians, the more tragedy I see. And this tragedy has even infected those of us within the church."
"Really?" says the Pope. "Like what, my son?"
"Oh, Your Holiness," cries Father Finger, "I fear that even good Christians are gamblers, drunkards, sex maniacs and homosexuals. And not only that," continues the priest, "but it is happening even within the very Church itself."
"Just rubbish," exclaims Pope the Polack, "most good Christians that I know never swear, gamble, drink or rape inside the church."
"Baby, which do you prefer?" whispers Klunski to his girlfriend, Claudia. "Beautiful men or intelligent men?"
"Neither, darling," says Claudia, "you know I love only you."
Now, Nivedano, give the first beat and everybody goes totally crazy.
(Drumbeat)
(Gibberish)
Nivedano ...
(Drumbeat)
Be silent, close your eyes, no movement.
Just go within; deeper, deeper.
Be a diamond thunderbolt.
Cut everything that is rubbish in you
and reach to the clearance, the pure space of your being.
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