No word, look you, but a blow, chela.' 'But the Sahibs did not know thee, Holy One ?' 'We were well matched.

Ignorance and Lust met Ignorance and Lust upon the road, and they begat Anger.

The blow was a sign to me, who am no better than a strayed yak, that my place is not here.

Who can read the Cause of an act is halfway to Freedom! "Back to the path," says the Blow.

"The Hills are not for thee.