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The squirrels come from the boughs and climb on to his knees and

the birds alight upon his hands." I notice in these men's thought

a sense of visible beauty and meaning as though they held that

doctrine of Nietzsche that we must not believe in the moral or

intellectual beauty which does not sooner or later impress itself

upon physical things. I said, "In the East you know how to keep a

family illustrious. The other day the curator of a museum pointed

out to me a little dark-skinned man who was arranging their

Chinese prints and said, "That is the hereditary connoisseur of

the Mikado, he is the fourteenth of his family to hold the

post.'" He answered, "When Rabindranath was a boy he had all

round him in his home literature and music." I thought of the

abundance, of the simplicity of the poems, and said, "In your

country is there much propagandist writing, much criticism?