As we marched, we systematically made our way through the rest of Bill Murray’s historic words.
“Into a 10,000-foot crevasse, right at the base of a glacier. Do you know what the Lama says?”
A pause. “No.” Another pause.
“Gunga galunga. Gungala gungala gunga.”
“So we finish the 18, and he’s gonna stiff me.”
“And I say, ‘Hey, Lama! Hey! How about a little something, you know, for the effort, you know?'”
“And he says, ‘Oh, there won’t be any money.'”
“‘But when you die, on your deathbed, you will achieve total consciousness.'”
We were now approaching the end of this particular stretch of tunnel, and I held my breath, hoping that this was the actual exit instead of another false alarm.
“‘So I got that going for me.'”
Which it was; the tunnel opened into a lush, green meadow that looked like the Garden of Eden itself. A chorus of voices intoned the last line as we walked out into the sunlight:
“‘Which is nice.'”