Exactly one week after Professor Calloway had aroused my (presumably) longstanding interest in the mysteries of yoga, the class met in the same room. The same students were present, save for the late intruders the deteriorations of whose bone masses had prevented their full participation in the yogic regimen. Again Professor Calloway appeared, smiling. Again she requested that Mr. Stubbs turn off the television set, this time with success. Again she distributed sheets of paper.
She began with the reminder that this session was to be our last. She had enjoyed it, she said in obvious sincerity, and hoped that we had shared her enjoyment. Members of the class responded in the affirmative, all in a way peculiar to their personalities. Mr. Stubbs shouted, “Hear, hear.” Ms. Smith arose and clapped enthusiastically. The Wrights nodded superciliously. Ms. Cannon smiled. I chose to rap the tip of my cane on the floor and doff my top hat.
Professor Calloway then directed our attention to the sheet of paper she had only just then distributed, consisting of an enumeration of the last three of the eight steps to the discovery of the Real Person Within, namely: concentration, meditation, and trance.
Professor Calloway gave a cursory explication of each of these steps. She apologized for the perfunctory nature of her exegesis and explained that to the layperson, the three final steps were difficult to distinguish. With two exceptions, the class accepted this explanation without qualm.