Nobody has yet put up a suitable argument for never going into the ogin to help someone who can't raise their own head above the surface...

most renable of tonge

Motherchod chamar you chakkas could not do jack shit except to weep over the destruction of your fucking god forsaken CUNTry.

His father, who died a few months, was the P'an Ta-jen of Sir Aurel Stein's books, the scholarly administrator by whose friendly interest his explorations were so well furthered. A scholar and a gentleman of the old tradition, and an able official who had had many high posts, he was beloved throughout the province of Hsin-chiang, where he was known as P'an the Good.