His face cracks open in a laugh, eyes opening very wide in surprise. Then he shuts them tight and his cheeks stretch back to impossible limits, and his head bobs up and down in a full belly laugh. His eyes are open again now, moist with delight, as he contemplates the strangeness of our high-speed journey, and he says, between gasps of laughter: “You are just like the, what is that, this goat, tied to my string, and always bumping.” “Yes, Prabhupada, even if you lead me to the slaughterhouse.” “That is the position of guru, to lead you to Krishna, even you do not want to go.”