Then I was shaken in my soul: my soul was darkened, and the boat of my soul rocked upon the waters of illusion.

Not till I came to Shamlegh could I meditate upon the Cause of Things, or trace the running grass-roots of Evil.

I strove all the long night.' 'But, Holy One, thou art innocent of all evil.

May I be thy sacrifice!' Kim was genuinely distressed at the old man's sorrow, and Mahbub Ali's phrase slipped out unawares.
'In the dawn,' the lama went on more gravely, ready rosary clicking between the slow sentences, 'came enlightenment.

It is here ...