I passed wagons as if they had been puffs of smoke, and people on wheels as though they were flying cinders.
In some ten minutes I slackened speed and looked back.

For a long distance behind me not a bicycle was in sight.

I now pursued my homeward way with a warm body and a lacerated heart.

I hated this region which I had called Cathay.

Its inhabitants were not barbarians, but I was suffering from their barbarities.