I’ve come to the conclusion that Robert doesn’t really exist.  He’s just a figment of our collective imaginations.  It’s, frankly, impossible for a man to exude this kind of animal magnetism and gentle, earthy peacefulness at the same time.  He’s the prototype we all wish for with such desperation that the illusion seems real.  In case you’re wondering, I did have a shitload of wine tonight with good friends, but that shouldn’t matter.