He was my teacher at primary school. He taught me about narrative, he taught me about pattern, about myth...about religion...and how to really to see outside the box. He taught me more than anyone really and I owe him

Yet when surrounded by the middle and upper classes I find his attitude to them beholding...almost craven.
I don't really understand how someone who taught me to be the way I am could be so obsequious to mere money and power.

-And I don't understand Chomsky in this either, but I think I can say I've seen this pattern before.