He seemed to forget me altogether. 
“ Namo tassa Bhagavato arahato sammasam-
buddhasa,” he murmured, turning to his little 
black Buddha-rupa. 
There was a calm like unto—might I say, an 
afterwards ? 
“ There is an end of joy and sorrow, 
Peace all day long, all night, all morrow,” 
he began drowsily. 
A shrill voice rose in a great curse.  The hoarse 
anger of drunken harlotry snarled back.  “ Not a 
drop more,” shouted my friend, adding many 
things*.  It was time for my return. 
“ I will let them know,” I whispered.  “ Good-
bye.” 
“ ‘ There is not one thing with another ; 
But Evil saith to Good :  ‘ My brother—’ ” 
he went on unheeding. 
I left him to his peace. 
My 
re-appearance 
restored 
harmony.  The  
 
* The substance of his remarks, and subsequent adven-
tures are detailed in my “ Three Screams at Mid-
night.”—ED.