The people are a little nervous about having him come back, and they may well be, for Zulu kings have been terrible people sometimes -- like Tchaka, Dingaan, and Cetewayo.
There is a large Trappist monastery two hours from Durban, over the country roads, and in company with Mr.Milligan and Mr.Hunter, general manager of the Natal government railways, who knew the heads of it, we went out to see it.
There it all was, just as one reads about it in books and cannot believe that it is so--I mean the rough, hard work, the impossible hours, the scanty food, the coarse raiment, the Maryborough beds, the tabu of human speech, of social intercourse, of relaxation, of amusement, of entertainment, of the presence of woman in the men's establishment.
There it all was.

It was not a dream, it was not a lie.

And yet with the fact before one's face it was still incredible.

It is such a sweeping suppression of human instincts, such an extinction of the man as an individual.
La Trappe must have known the human race well.

The scheme which he invented hunts out everything that a man wants and values--and withholds it from him.