NOTE: I realise this isn’t my most aesthetically pleasing compilation, but I thought it was important to put together, and I hope you find it helpful.
“He became so very serious about meditating that the lightness did disappear. He became more sombre. He’d just go into another space. I don’t know…I felt maybe he was unhappy. He meditated for so long, for hours. It seemed to me as if he preferred to be in a meditative state than in a waking, conscious state. He liked the peace and calm. There was a lot going on. We weren’t even 30.”
“I began to realize that there were three Georges in the house. When I heard him striding down the long hallway toward the kitchen, always with a little bounce in his step, I’d find myself silently saying, George, please be in a good mood. The first George was great fun and loved to gossip, drink, smoke a little pot, and even, on rare occasions, snort a line or two of cocaine. This was my favorite George, the one I first got to know and love at Apple, and whenever he’d hang out with us, we were all happy. The second George was intense, sarcastic, and detached; he’d morph into this George when things were bothering him at Apple or with the other Beatles, or when something wasn’t going quite right with the garden or the remodeling efforts. Little things would set him off at these times, and we’d all have to watch our step. The third George was the spiritual seeker, the one who would walk around with his hand inside his prayer bag and chant silently to himself. At these times he was peaceful and serene, totally absorbed in otherworldly thoughts. I had many amazing discussions with this third George and learned a lot from him, but truthfully, he wasn’t a whole lot of fun for the rest of us who really preferred drinking, talking, laughing, and having fun.”
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