Prabhupada is in a joking mood, so I say, “Srila Prabhupada, you looked just like Lord Shiva today, sitting on your new throne.” The sides of his smile begin to tremble. He chuckles, and softly we begin to chuckle with him. Then he laughs aloud, pointing at me, “You …” but he can’t say more he is laughing so hard. Then he rolls back on his elbows, raises his face in the air and laughs until tears flow from his tight-shut eyes—and we join him, near-convulsing on the floor in helpless mirth. “You, yes, you have made. It is like Lord Shiva—but that is the power of king, he should show power, and that the people will accept. Throne is very nice. English king, it is proper for me.”