Meet Xanga, a Bushman hunter from Namibia. 

Imagine how he must feel if he has even an eek of psychic intuition and gets even the faintest intimation of all the psychic sentiment we pour out daily--*I love Xanga!* *I need Xanga!* *I can't live without Xanga!*

If we ever all do meet in Xanga, Angola, I think we should sponsor our good buddy here to be the parade marshal and make things even curiouser and curiouser.