ne I left ten years ago uhe unists but the one I knew best and thought had vanished forever. The buzz of Mandarin voices also made it different from Hong Kong. A feeling of ological fusion came over me.
"It feels like dreaming." And taking in all the familiar faces speaking the tones of homeland, I exclaimed, "But its not possible!" Mr. Chu smiled ruefully as if I had said, "But yhosts."
Mrs. Chu told me as we left the airport, "This is an ugly city, but the minute you get out of town it is beautiful."
They lodged me in a mountain inn. I got the Generals Suite, where the generals stay when they e uphill to report to the Generalissimo, who lives a few steps away across the road. The suite was reached through a series of deserted little courtyards, with its own rock garden and lotus pond. In the silehere was just the sound of the evening drizzle on the banana palm and ihroom a tap of sulphur water stantly running out of a stone lion mouth and splashing over the rim of the t tank. There were rattan furniture oami fl and a wardrobe and bed with stained sheets. I told myself not to be fastidious. But there were bedbugs. Finally I had to get up near dawn to sleep on the ledge of the honor recess, where in Japanese living rooms the best vase and picture scroll are displayed. The maid was frightened when she e in the m and could not find me.
It lain that the generals had feminine panionship while spending the night awaiting audieh the Generalissimo. I wo the ease of pr girls almost door to that Christian and fu founder of the New Life Movement. Surely it was unseemly with"Heavens tenanly a foot away," as we used to describe an audieh the emperor. After I left Taipei for the tryside, I realized that prostitution was more open on this land than perhaps anywhere else in the world. In a small-town neer five or six advertisements of this type appeared in