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steward touched his elbow and the ring fell to the deck. It would have gone quite safely into the 
scuppers, but the owner and the steward, stooping excitedly to retrieve it collided. One of them 
snatched the ring; it slipped from his fingers and went overboard. The young man's distress was 
pitiful to see. "I daren't face her without it," he kept on moaning, with the tears streaming down his 
face. We did the best we could by drawing up a signed statement explaining how the accident 
occurred. 
We forgot all about the matter in the course of the voyage, and when we arrived at Aden even the 
youth himself had recovered his spirits. To pass the time, we proposed fishing for sharks in the 
harbour and after about an hour we got a fine fish aboard. It was immediately cut up; but search as 
we would we could find no trace of the ring. 
I reached Aden on the ninth. It must be a perfectly ghastly place to live in. As I was to land in 
Egypt, I had to be quarantined for a day at Moses' Wells, regulation being that one must be eleven 
days out from Bombay, in case of plague. Moses' Wells is the most hateful place I have ever been in, 
with the possible exception of Gibraltar. I note in my diary that the food was "beastly, and 
abominable, and absurdly dear". If I remember correctly, it was cooked by a Greek and served by an 
Armenian. Volumes could not say more. 
I arrived in Cairo on the fourteenth and was transported to the seventh heaven. I lived at Shephard's 
Hotel till Guy Fawkes's Day, wallowing in the flesh pots. I would not even go out to see the 
Pyramids. I wasn't going to have forty centuries look down on me. Confound their impudence! I 
could not even bother to study Islam from the religious point of view, but I undertook a course in 
ethnology which remains in my mind as the one study where the roses have no thorns. I got a typist 
and dictated an account of my various wanderings in my better moments, but most of the time I 
was earnestly pursuing my researches in the fish market. 
My mind began, moreover, to flow back into its accustomed channels. For one thing, I came to the 
conclusion that "the most permanent poetry is perhaps love songs for real country folk --- about 
trout and love." And I began to write a set of lyrics to be called "The Lover's Alphabet". This was to 
consist of twenty-six poems, associating a girl's name with a flower with the same initial from A to 
Z. One of my regular pedantic absurdities! Needless to say, it broke down. The debris is printed in 
my Collected Works, Vol. III, pp. 58 seq. I was also vaguely revising Orpheus and the other literary 
lumber of the past year and a half. 
I had been doing a certain amount of practical Magick off and on, even during the expedition; but 
this too had dropped off since my return to civilization. As to Yoga, I was still completely dead. I 
had become dull to the trance of sorrow itself. I had no doubts as to the efficacy of Magick or the 
advantages of Mysticism. I simply couldn't be bothered with them. I was not 
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under any illusions about the value of worldly pleasures; it was simply that I did not possess the 
energy to live any other kind of life. 
I cannot understand why people imagine that those who retire from the world are lazy. It is far 
easier to swim with the stream, to refresh one's mind continually by letting it move from one 
distraction to another. This is so true that one might almost assert that the idlest monks are in 
reality more energetic than the busiest business man. This does not apply so much to Catholic 
monks, for their routine exercises dull the edge of whatever minds they possess; and not at all to 
missionaries, who live bourgeois lives diversified by pleasurable outbursts of vanity. But it applies to 
the orientals, from Japan to Morocco. 
One might go further and say that, apart from religion altogether, the oriental lives a much more 
intense mental life than Europeans or Americans; that is, provided it has been aroused from brutish 
stupor by education. For the Western uses his education to take the edge off his mind. He allows it