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discovering that he is not the Utter, the Unique, when it becomes plain that Magick, mysticism, and 
the mathematics are triplets, and that the Himalayan Brotherhood is to be found in Brixton. 
I say little of Singapore; I say enough when I say that its curries, with their vast partitioned platter 
of curious condiments to lackey them, speak for themselves. They sting like serpents, stimulate like 
strychnine; they are subtle and sensual like Chinese courtesans, sublime and sacred, inscrutably 
inspiring and unintelligibly illumination, like Cambodian carvings. 
Of Penang I will observe only that its one perfect product is the "Penang Lawyer". But I should like 
to hear of any other city which can say the same! 
As to Colombo, I love it and loathe it with nicely balanced enthusiasm. Its climate is chronic; its 
architecture is an unhappy accident; its natives are nasty, the men with long hair cooped up by a 
comb, smelling of fish, the women with waists bulging black between coat and skirt, greasy with 
coconut oil, and both chewing betel and spitting it out till their teeth ooze with red and the streets 
look like shambles; its English are exhausted and enervated. The Eurasians are anaemic abortions; 
the burghers --- Dutch halfcasts --- stolid squareheads; the Portuguese piebalds sly sneaks, vicious, 
venal, vermiform villains. The Tamils are black but not comely. The riff-raff of rascality endemic in 
all ports is here exceptionally repulsive. The highwater mark of social tone, moral elevation, 
manners and refinement is attained by the Japanese ladies of pleasure. 
In the matter of religion, the Hindus are (as everywhere else) servile, shallow, cowardly and 
hypocritical; though being mostly Shaivites, adoring frankly the power of Procreation and 
Destruction, they are less loathsome than Vishnavites, who cringe before a fetish who promises 
them Preservation and (as Krishna) claims to be the Original of which Christ is a copy. 
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The Christians are, of course, obscene outcasts from even the traditional tolerance of their clan; 
they have accepted Jesus with the promise of a job, and gag conscience with assurance of 
atonement, or chloroform superstitious terrors by ruminating on redemption. The Buddhists are 
sodden with their surfeit of indigestible philosophy and feebly flaunt a fluttering formula of which 
the meaning is forgotten; the debauchery of devil dances, the pointless profession of Pansil (the 
Five Precepts of the Buddha), the ceremonial coddling of shrines as old maids coddle cats, voluble 
veneration and rigmarole religion: such is the threadbare tinsel which they throw over the 
nakedness of their idleness, immorality and imbecility. 
Indians plausibly maintain that some god got all the worst devils into Ceylon, and then cut it off 
from the continent by the straits. 
But then, how rich, how soft, how peaceful is Colombo! One feels that one needs never do anything 
any more. It invites one to dream deliciously of deciduous joys --- and insists, with velvet hand, 
light and bright as a butterfly's wing, on the eyelids. The palms, the flowers, the swooning song of 
the surf, the dim and delicate atmosphere heavy with sensuous scents, the idle irresponsible 
people, purring with placid pleasure; they seem musicians in an orchestra, playing a nocturne by 
some oriental Chopin unconscious of disquieting realities. 
But more, Colombo is the "place where four winds meet", the crossroads of the civilized world. 
Westward lies Europe, the energetic stripling, who thought to bear the world on his shoulders, but 
could not co-ordinate his own muscles. Northward lies India, like a woman weary of bearing, a 
widow holding to her ancient habits without hope. Southward, Australia, topsy-turvy as our 
childhood's wisdom warned us, sprawls its awkward adolescence and embarrasses its elders by its 
unconscious absurdity. Lastly, look eastward! There lies China; there is the only civilization that has 
looked time in the face without a blush; an atheism with good manners. There broods the old wise 
man, he who has conquered life without the aid of death, who may survive these strenuous youths 
and even the worn barren widow mumbling meaningless memories in her toothless mouth.