"In our own country, Li Wen, we plot or we fight, we build the great places, climb to the lofty heights, and when we rest we pluck flowers, and women are our flowers.

But here, while one builds, the women are there; while one climbs, the women are in the way.

They jostle the thoughts, they disturb the emotions, not only of the poet and the pleasure seeker, but of the man who hews his way upwards to the goal he seeks.

And it is very deliberate, Li Wen.

An Englishman eats and drinks in public and places opposite him a flower he has plucked or hopes to pluck.