""Ceremoniously, we heated the alcoholic rice drink, and the more we drank, the denser our silence became. Ejo seemed more Japanese than ever to me. His slanted eyes regarded me with a reptilian intensity. I do not know whether it was real or the effect of the alcohol, but suddenly, I felt that his mind was a predatory animal trying to get inside my brain. I shook my head violently. “Stop readingmy mind!” I cried.
Ejo leaned over on his back, lifted his legs in the air, and emitted a fart so stupendous that the paper walls shook.
Then he took the secret book and began reading: '...""
The Spiritual Journey of Alejandro Jodorowsky