We certainly were still friends and some of it may have been my misunderstanding, but I had a problem with his guru role. I was challenging everything I saw and I hated how a lot of students became these disciplines and clones. After a while, the students around Gaudino would have long late discussions at night and someone would say, “Well, what to do Mr. —?” It’s one thing to kind of parody someone, take up with little wink someone else’s term or phraseology. But part of my frustration with him was how other students, I thought, took the easy course and mimicked him, literally down to the gestures and certainly hands. It was a semi-Gandhi thing. He was a Gandhi, a little man. He taught Gandhi. And again, I was still about challenging everything and it just drove me crazy. But he did attract the best students who would not have had respect for lesser professors. He really was a sharp cookie so he could handle the best students. One of the guys who later participated in some little campus movement I was involved in was like a classic, calling fellow students “Mr. So and So.” I wanted to slap him around.