She hide book, I hide book. Today I make
findings of space of emptiness on book-shelf where yesterday stood
Honorable Pope. Eng Muoi has taken him unto herself. Next where
Honorable Pope once was and now is not, I found book of Honorable Lord
Kames, most evident a Genius with knowledge of Geniuses incomparable. He
says, "A Constitution of Warmth and Inflamableness must a Genius
possess. Likewise a Delicacy of Taste and Sedateness." Three of these
Constitutions have I - Warmth (of coldness I know not) Inflamableness
(anger comes quickly unto my heart) Delicacy of Taste (is it not I who
of foods make selectings for our feasts?) But Sedateness, I have it not.
Perhaps if I hump me and make trackings I can to catch it.
We are making a journey, Miss Sterling, Ai Lang, Bing Ding and I to the
Monastery of Dreams on the tall mountain Koshan. From the Compound we
came in early morning time by boat and now in sedan chairs we ascend
into the clouds. At each placement of rest we stop. While coolies catch
at breath and smoke at pipe, we drink of tea and watch at view. It is
most wondrous. Trees of a growth extraordinary. Rocks of mightiness each
bearing an inscription from the Classics.
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