The French were once so sure of getting a railway concession from their Langson branch into Lungchow that they built a big stone station—now the French consulate—and a stone slide not unlike the steeper levees along the Mississippi, down which French goods were to be slid into the boats that were to take them down the river to Nanning.

It was the pænumbra which surrounded the bright nucleus of a faith in a “God who is love.”

I'm outta here!

The time has now come to sever this connection between Western mediaeval phobians and Islam completely.