Even the followers of the Excellent One are at feud on feud with one another.

It is all illusion.

Ay, maya, illusion.

But I have another desire'-- the seamed yellow face drew within three inches of the Curator, and the long forefinger-nail tapped on the table.

'Your scholars, by these books, have followed the Blessed Feet in all their wanderings; but there are things which they have not sought out.