She lifted her eyes to where he was pointing. Two small parrots had perched on the Buddha’s right hand and were going through the ritual of courtship.
“Did you stop again at the lotus pool?” Susila asked aloud.
Dr.Robert gave her a little smile and nodded his head.
“How was Shivapuram?” Will inquired.
“Pleasant enough in itself,” the doctor answered. “It’s only defect is that it’s so close to the outside world. Up here one can ignore all those organized insanities, and get on with one’s work. Down there, with all the antennae and listening posts and channels of communication that a government has to have, the outside world is perpetually breathing down one’s neck. One hears it, feels it – yes, smells it.” He wrinkled up his face into a grimace of comic disgust.
“Has anything more than usually disastrous happened since I’ve been here?”
“Nothing out of the ordinary at your end of the world. I wish I could say the same about our end.”
“What’s the trouble?” *
* Aldous Huxley “Island”
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