There are more battle-fields in that small land than all Europe can show.

There are streams everywhere that historians assert repeatedly "ran blood for days." Five thousand years of bloody terrorism, intermingling of races, piety, plunder, politics and pilgrims, have produced a self- consciousness as concentrated as liquid poison-gas.

The laughter is sarcastic, the humour sardonic, and the credulity beyond analysis.

For instance, when I got there, I heard the British being accused of "imperialistic savagery" because they had removed the leprous beggars from the streets into a clean place where they could receive medical treatment.
It was difficult to find one line of observation.

Whatever anybody told you, was reversed entirely by the next man.