"[...] A gasp of appreciation and awe passed through the room. The Swami turned to Dick Percival. "That which I know, I speak," he said simply. Then with a sudden abrupt movement he shook the phial away from the warmth and held it up. "Now only the poor body of ashes is within," he went on. "The spirit is truly fled, until it shall find itself another incarnation, and we say that the flower is for ever dead. What then is this death with which we play and which plays with us? But I weary you with my too long discourse. Give me your pardon. I shall no more." There rose the sound of moving skirts and loosening tongues. The spell of oriental mysticism was broken[...]."
- Paperback | 230 pages
- 152.4 x 228.6 x 10.67mm | 340.19g
- 10 Mar 2015
- Createspace Independent Publishing Platform
- United States
- black & white illustrations