Just after WW II the PR man at Mahatma Gandhi's ashram was giving a group of American and British journalists the short tour. The Americans were interested in the two nubile virgins the loincloth-clad old sage slept with every evening to keep him warm and to test his willpower. The British, still hungry after war shortages, wanted to know what Gandhi ate.
'Only the simplest food,' the PR man said. 'A little lemon and honey with soda water.'
'Wow,' said the Brits and moved on. (This was before their tabloids became the scummiest in the world.)
Afterwards the Time-Life reporter hung back. 'Aren't lemon and honey and soda water very great luxuries in India?' he asked cynically. 'How can you be so hypocritical as to describe that as simplicity?'
The PR man, who had been an Inner Temple barrister with Gandhi in London a few decades before, knew when he was caught out. 'Quite,' he said smoothly, 'but I never said it didn't cost a fortune to keep Ghandiji in simplicity.'
(from http://www.audio-talk.co.uk/fiultra/K... KISS 125 Fighting capacitances lurking with malicious intent in your amp: Slew rate current, Miller, stray dogs and bandwidth by Andre Jute )
'Only the simplest food,' the PR man said. 'A little lemon and honey with soda water.'
'Wow,' said the Brits and moved on. (This was before their tabloids became the scummiest in the world.)
Afterwards the Time-Life reporter hung back. 'Aren't lemon and honey and soda water very great luxuries in India?' he asked cynically. 'How can you be so hypocritical as to describe that as simplicity?'
The PR man, who had been an Inner Temple barrister with Gandhi in London a few decades before, knew when he was caught out. 'Quite,' he said smoothly, 'but I never said it didn't cost a fortune to keep Ghandiji in simplicity.'
© Andre Jute 2011
(from http://www.audio-talk.co.uk/fiultra/K...
KISS 125
Fighting capacitances lurking with malicious intent in your amp:
Slew rate current, Miller, stray dogs and bandwidth
by Andre Jute )