I'm very happy to make the acquaintance of a man who wrote the story in the new book entitled The Professor and the Paradox. And as the preview to this chapter says, we, A, surrender to win, we give away to keep. We suffered to get well and we died to live. And so I'm very happy to present to you Mr. John P., Professor John P., who is the author of this chapter in the big book. John. Now that all the preceding speakers have told all my jokes, and the preceding speakers, including the blackouts, have told you all I know about A.A. or alcoholism, perhaps the best thing we can do right now is to have 45 minutes of silent prayer and close the meeting. I'm not as good as the camera indicates I am, but I'm not as bad as I look. My name is John Parr, and I'm perhaps a bleeding deacon. I hope. Now that's a very nice local custom that you have in so responding unanimously to the speaker. But since it isn't done everywhere, it can prove to be for you a bit embarrassing. For example, one of your members here in El Paso, Flo Tarvin, whom some of you know, got conditioned to respond like this to the speaker. And after about three years of such conditioning here, she moved to Akron. And at the first meeting she attended there, it was a very large one, the speaker announced his name, and Flo sang out loud and clear, Hi, Sam! Which was all right, except that she was the only one in the audience to do so. Afterwards I heard one of the members comment, saying, Those Texas gals are a bit forward, aren't they? Maybe they call me a bleeding deacon, but I'm certainly not bleeding so profusely as one of the old members back home, about whom they say, There but for the grace of God goes God. Some say about him that he's a good man and he should go to heaven, but he won't like it. Probably he won't like it because he's going to have to be vice president. Now, your printed program says that I am from Akron, Ohio. That's slightly incorrect. I'm actually from a town about ten miles from Akron called Kent, an equally dangerous place. In fact, you gun-slinging cowboys out here…