I hate to generalize about generations (yup, pun intended!), yet it is difficult to ignore that a crack has opened within the old catechism of hospitality, that choreography of handshakes and ritualized greetings passed from Jedi to padawan as if it carried the weight of eternal midichlorian truth (sorry, I spent the weekend in Disneyland Paris with my son, so my cultural references are slightly skewed), but which today feels less like continuity than the fading echo of a ritual whose spell has been (partially) broken.
