What do we make of people who claim to be so complex and intriguing and, and ...umm...what’s that word...enigmatic... yes...enigmatic, that they are beyond all comprehension? Why are people so obsessed with being mysterious? What are the great shakes about being incomprehensible? Makes you look important? So what’s the big goddamned deal in being important? Eventually, everything boils down to three meals per day, one and a half, if you are working for a newspaper. People taking themselves seriously pains me.
I’m one of them, but I’m sure Osama can rationalise his deeds. I rest my case.