When I was younger, in my very early 20s and single, I was taking a ride on the tube in London. As you’ll know, it’s very rare for anyone to strike up a conversation with you on the tube, but this incredibly attractive young woman sat down opposite me and struck up a very pleasant conversation. I was amazed (Ryan Reynolds has nothing to fear from me in the looks department), but I happily went along with it, not quite believing my luck.
Until, after 5 minutes, she asked me if I’d read the bible.
On one level, it was a disappointment - I thought that I’d inadvertently stumbled onto the mother lode - she was utterly stunning. But on the other hand, at least I was able to politely disengage from the conversation and avoid being treated as someone who needed to be in her club, in order to have a valid life.
(I will confess to a continuing mild regret that she wasn’t attracted to me though - there might have been some pleasant memories to reminisce over with a smile in my old age)...
Could there be any greater conceit, than for someone to believe that the universe has to be simple enough for them to be able to understand it ?