SOME of my best friends are Indian.
At least I think they are, since I have never met any of them. They certainly sound Indian and their attitude to life and its travails is that which one associates with Buddha.
"Please calm down, Mr Taylor," they say, whenever they sense me becoming agitated. "I promise you that in half an hour all of your problems will be solved. Now how can I help you today?"
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