Subjects — A
The delirium and horror of the East. The dusty catastrophe of Asia. Green only on the banner of the Prophet. Nothing grows here except mustaches.
I see not much difference between ourselves & the Turks, save that we have foreskins and they none, that they have long dresses and we short, and that we talk much and they little. In England the vices in fashion are whoring & drinking, in Turkey, sodomy and smoking.
India is a geographical term. It is no more a united nation than the Equator.
India has 2,000,000 gods, and worships them all. In religion other countries are paupers; India is the only millionaire.
A puff of wind, a puff faint and tepid and laden with strange odours of blossoms, of aromatic wood, comes out the still night — the first sigh of the East on my face. That I can never forget. It was impalpable and enslaving, like a charm, like a whispered promise of mysterious delight. … The mysterious East faced me, perfumed like a flower, silent like death, dark like a grave.
Religion itself becomes offensively monotonous. On every point of vantage are pagodas — stupid stalagmites of stagnant piety.
American future lies in the East. The great free markets of the Pacific Rim are the American destiny.
There exists no politician in India daring enough to attempt to explain to the masses that cows can be eaten.
Asia is rich in people, rich in culture and rich in resources. It is also rich in trouble.
Because the European does not know his own unconscious, he does not understand the East and projects into it everything he fears and despises in himself.