"I don't want to make excuses for myself," Paul thought, "but can you blame me for thinking that there is no paradise greater than paradise?" It wasn't like he was expecting everything to be a celebration; on the contrary he had his eyes on tranquility, a state of being in which one feels at home. None of the men he was investigating, however, were doing anything but chasing their tails, and if, at times, they felt bad, then that was becasue they,...