I look out Stallman's window. Nearby Kahoolawe and
Lanai Islands provide an ideal frame for the setting
sun. It's a breathtaking view, the kind that makes
moments like this a bit more bearable if you're a
Hawaiian native, I suppose. I try to direct Stallman's
attention to it, but Stallman, by now obsessed by the
inattentiveness of the driver ahead of us, blows me off.
When the driver passes through another green light,
completely ignoring a "Pilani Highway Next Right," I
grit my teeth. I remember an early warning relayed to
me by BSD programmer Keith Bostic. "Stallman does not
suffer fools gladly," Bostic warned me. "If somebody
says or does something stupid, he'll look them in the
eye and say, `That's stupid.'"
Looking at the oblivious driver ahead of us, I realize
that it's the stupidity, not the inconvenience, that's
killing Stallman right now.
"It's as if he picked this route with absolutely no
thought on how to get there efficiently," Stallman says.
The word "efficiently" hangs in the air like a bad
odor.
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