“The Star? It is the symbol of illumination. Is then your Star devoted to the enlightenment of mankind?” asked Ram Juna, transferring his fixed gaze.
“In a sense—yes,” Norris faltered with a swift guilty recollection of certain head-lines in last night’s edition.
“He who writes must think. He who thinks goes below the surface. He who goes below the surface is moving toward the center,” said the Swami oracularly.
Mr. Early’s broad face expanded into a benevolent smile, and an oncoming instalment swept the young men away.
“Does Mr. Early learn his remarks by heart?” asked Norris.
“I don’t know. But let us be seekers. Let us seek dinner, and fresh air. Give me fresh air—anything but Nirvana!”