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...have begun at opposite ends but the goal is the same - human happiness. We ought to meet somewhere . . . and find that each faces the other's light." Asiatics, concludes Editor Arthur E. Christy, understand the secret of human happiness somewhat better than the U.S. corporation which recently advertised: "Buddha, who was born a prince, gave up his name, succession, and heritage to attain serenity. But we do not need to give up the world; we have only to see a life-insurance agent...
International Impression. The overall impression of the United Nations show is of a hasty hodgepodge: oriental rugs, Central American tombstones, early Sumerian sculpture, a strictly Tsarist Russian picture of the jigsaw-puzzle school-and a few really fine things like the stone Hand of a Buddha from China's northern Ch'i dynasty, Honoré Daumier's Crispin and Scapin and Rembrandt's Man with Turban...
...Peace, Peace, Peace!" Three times each day Isherwood repairs to the temple, sits cross-legged between grey-green walls on which are hung pictures of Krishna, Jesus, Buddha, Confucius, other great religious teachers. The swami enters bareheaded, wearing a long, bright yellow robe that sweeps the floor. He too sits crosslegged, pulls a shawl around him, and for ten minutes meditates in silence. Then in a ringing bass he chants a Sanskrit invocation, repeats it in English, ending with the words, "Peace, Peace, Peace...
...Victor and the Living Buddha. Emily's Shanghai apartment had green walls, ceilings spangled with stars and crescent moons, silver-gilt furniture, 60 satin cushions. Gibbons were her favorite pets. Dressed in diapers, they swung from the bars of a bamboo grille. From the back room came the steady tap-tap-tap of an illegal wireless transmitter, planted there by some amiable Chinese guerrillas. Emily's other friends included fabulously rich Sir Victor Sassoon (he gave Emily a snappy Chevrolet coupé), the gouty Living Buddha of Outer Mongolia ("I have nothing to do all day," he said...
Then three of us sat down in a sacred park near by on the edge of a cement fence built around a pedestaled, steel-shelled Buddha which had suffered considerably from shell fragments-hits in the chest and behind the right ear. We opened a pack of K rations for breakfast...