“Teacher,” I said, panting from the steep climb up the hill, “I have seen it used so many times now. I do not know what to think of it.” “What have you seen?” “The carousel, Teacher.” And I showed him an instance of it.
Recently, I watched someone try to wash his hands after using some public toilet. He struggled with the task, unable to get the water to flow, until I felt designer pain creep up my fingers. I needed to speak to the Teacher about this.