As he has aged, my mentor, The Happy Tutor, Dungeon Master to the Stars in Wealth Bondage, has become more irascible and cryptic. I was asking him how I could better position myself as a Morals Tutor to America's Wealthiest Families, or even as their Secular Priest of choice, since that is the fashionable term now among my fellow Serving Professionals who have successfully penetrated this elite and highly competitive market for virtue and wisdom. All Tutor would say, sitting on his pile of garbage in the Dumpster, well insulated with a layer of Great Books, is, "Phil, I have often noticed that the emptier the cask, the better it sounds when beaten." And with that he struck his fist on the wall of the Dumpster, which resounded nicely. I just don't get the point he is making, though. Why tell me this when I am so full of wisdom?