Alan Watts Remembers An Anglican Bishop

“I was in his presence–and what a presence–for three days, during which he had an almost nonstop bull session with some fifty boys. He was immensely stout, and reputed to be a formidable trencherman. He had a belly-laugh which could be heard for miles. It rang out like church bells bewitched by elves. It undulated the air so as to make weak leaves fall from the trees. There was never such a laugh in Christendom.” — Alan Watts in In My Own Way, p.82