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...beside him, weary unto death, dying for sleep, and Mark will be flipping the pages of [magazines] . . . right in my face, until long past midnight. [Next morning] I am waked by him slamming the front door with all his might, trooping up the stairs, tearing the wrapper from around the [morning] paper and squashing it into a ball, then hopping back into the bed to rattle and to read until sunup. Of course, I'm wide awake by this time; but he only gives me the second section, which has a page or two of sports and half...
...also sent home a priceless rubbing from the stone text of a Confucian doctrine dated 745 A.D., with a commentary by the Emperor Hsiüan-Tsung; a Tibetan book written in pure gold; a 600 A.D. scroll found in the caves of northwest China with the original hemp wrapper signed by the woman who wove it. Gest impoverished himself supplying funds for Gillis, who had resigned his commission to devote full time to the collection. Gillis collected a library of Bibles written in 25 dialects, 20,000 books from the Ming Dynasty (1368-1644), 500 volumes on Chinese medicine...
When she came out of the sun at noon and went down past the ruins, down to the river bank where the oranges hung in green shade, and slipped off her wrapper to bathe in one of the deep, clear green pools, she noticed, under the green light of the orange leaves, that her body was all rosecolored and gold ... She rubbed oil into her skin and wandered under the oranges ... laughing to herself. There was a chance some native might see her, but she did not care: he would be afraid of her. (page...
Every day she went down to the cypress tree, among the cactus grove ... She was wiser and subtler now, wearing only a dove-grey wrapper, and sandals. So that in an instant ... she was naked to the sun. (page...
When, out of the sun at noon, sometimes she stole down over the rocks and past the cliff-edge, down to the deep gully where the lemons hung in cool eternal shadow; and in the silence slipped off her wrapper to wash herself quickly at one of the deep, clear green basins, she would notice, in the bare green twilight, under the lemon leaves, that all her body was rosy, rosy and turning to gold ... And she would rub a little olive oil in her skin, and wander a moment in the dark underworld of the lemons ... laughing to herself...