I always figured that Paul Kinsey went off to do something interesting, but nothing could have prepared me for his appearance in a pale yellow turtleneck and matching bedsheet, beardless (sorry, Swans) and bald but for a knotted sikha. I was touched by Harry?s sympathy for his old partner in pretentiousness, who fell off the advertising tree and hit every branch on the way down (McCann, Y&R, K&E, B&B) before finally landing at A&P (as in ?the A&P?). Harry has always been a bit of a schoolboy: the part in his hair, the chunky glasses, the adolescent dialectic of observing the rules and breaking them. How fitting, then, that even as he betrays both Jennifer and Paul by seeking nirvana with Lakshmi, he is concentrating on how precisely all of this will play in the alternate moral universe of the Krishnas. ?Isn?t that verboten?? he objects, when Lakshmi asks for a drink. Then, as she bends over his desk and offers up her booty, ?So this is completely allowed??
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