Suddenly the packed auditorium explodes in an ovation suggesting that this might be, as they say, "It." But no. Here, nonetheless, is the next best thing; that foxy wizard of Itmanship himself, est's own Werner Erhard, has materialized on stage. The roar of welcome goes on as he lays claim to the spotlight, hoisting himself onto a director's chair, a gray-flanneled leg tucked underneath him. The clamor trails off only when his words and pale gaze begin to spill across the crowd, conveying the improbable intimacy that seems to be the gift of all...
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