"I remember the saffron legs of my boatman and his sing-song intonation
as he hailed some naked neighbour in a passing junk. I began to get the
quality of the voices of the Chinese then, as I had heard the native
Bengali three years before—a kind of lust in my heart to know what they
were saying, and why they said it. I threw up my job and travelled
north. I studied long in Shanghai. Long—that is, about two years.
Academic Sanscrit didn’t help then. I had to get a new neck. I learned
the basic Chinese and then began to put on the flourishes of the
provinces. I didn’t do this with the idea of commanding big money, but I
began to make money. You see, I was getting something that only eight
or ten Americans have. I wanted more than the language. I wanted the
working of the Oriental mind.
"The only clue to that is religion. I had studied a lot with the Hindu
boys in Bengal. That’s what they do best—study, gather in, mull over,
meditate, but bolt at the idea of action. I was American enough to want
to make some of this study-stuff come true, but that in India was a
valuable period of mental accretion. It wasn’t living here in the East
that made me in a sense familiar with the native mind—it was the sacred
writings of China, India and Palestine. In Shanghai, and later in
Peking, I hobnobbed with the young _literati_—a different class from the
Indian students, very interesting men who prepare themselves almost
cosmically to enter local politics. I saw that China had always pulled
me strangely. Meeting the boys here recalled to me how interested I had
been in the Chinese students at Palo Alto. It was from a Chinese at
college that I began to get a real conception of the historic and
esoteric figure of Jesus—the man we make a religion of in the States.
Over here the steady-going literature of the best minds is never far
from the utterances of the mystics and the prophets. I met them all from
Patanjali to Paracelsus and volumes of magic, the spiritual properties
of medicine, studies of the stars that none would scoff at so breezily
as the modern astronomers of Europe and America.
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