Sacred Well

"So we got like a holy man and some bitch reporter comes to
interview him. He sits there chewing on his betel nut. After awhile,
he says to one of his acolytes, 'Go down to the Sacred Well and bring
me a dipper of paregoric. I'm going to make with the Wisdom of the
East. And shake the lead out of your loincloth!'. So he drinks the
P.G. and goes into a light trance, and makes cosmic contact - we call
it going on the nod in the trade. The reporter says, 'Will there be
war with Russia, Mahatma? Will Communism destroy the civilized world?
Is the soul immortal? Does God exist?'

"The Mahatma opens his eyes and compresses his lips and spits two
long, red streams of betel nut juice out through his nose holes. It
runs down over his mouth and he licks it back in with a long, coated
tongue and says 'How the fuck should I know?' The acolyte says 'You
heard the man. Now cut. The Swami wants to be alone with his
medications.' Come to think of it, that is the Wisdom of the East. The
Westerner thinks there is some secret he can discover. The East says,
'How the fuck should I know.'

~ William S Burroughs