52 Kiss Of Kismet

dimensions of the subconscious mind, it might be a good trick, if you could do it. And if there were any devices long enough to reach from end to end, the answer might come up as the inth power of the infinite, which only an Einstein could fatten out. And there is such a shorted divine stimes, isn't there?

Such veneration not of top priority by the universal director of scarce commodity allocation. In just a moment you'll hear the story of how a mind or spirit, if you wish, reached into infinity out of the void of death, the kiss of chisment, and stars brought in yalboro, A tale which grew from the seedlings of a strange many things, doesn't it?

The Taj Mahal in the moonlight. The funeral gats, burning along the banks of the Ganges, Kipling's Kim, steaming jungles, Indian fakurs, performing the impossible. The great King Cobra, deadly in its hooded wrath, striped tigers, stocking through the The Banyan Grove and elephants be decked with jewel trappings and a golden crusted hoda bearing

some fabulous Maharaja. Oh, yes, and let me give you another picture of India, a place called Cardang Pass, which lies north of the ancient city of Leh, elevation 18,000 feet. Or even in mid-summer, the snow lies thick along the Carolani Trail.

Picture if you can, an exploratory party approaching this pass. The tiny shaggy ponies plotting whirly along the precipitous ledge. A man named Warburton commands the train. Oh, short-o-it's feet. I think he's short-o-it's legs, aren't he?

Pass us. Just lazy, that's all. You lazy beggars. Get him on his feet. Go back where he belongs, will you? I'll attend to this. Come on. Come on, put the flag on. The poor beast is, Third War button. Look.