I hope I’m not giving anyone the impression that Ben and I are not respecters of tradition, because the fact is that we’re simply aslosh with traditions.

”Muay” is also one of the subjects taught in the temples.

In the camp at the bend of the river, with its dozen saloons aglare, Its gambling dens ariot, its gramophones all ablare; Crimped with the crimes of a city, sin-ridden and bridled with lies, In the hush of my mountained vastness, in the flush of my midnight skies.

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