The whole thing was gold-leafed
from top to bottom, and full of bronze and lacquer statues, and two
green dragons at the gate, and ministerin' angels know what besides.
Maybe Fu Shan's information ain't complete on that point, but this
was a fact, that Lo Tsin, by the will he made, instead of going back
to his ancestral cemetery in China, he had himself carried up from
Singapore and buried in that same temple; and there he is under the
stone floor in the temple of the Green Dragon, but that's not to the
point. Now, when they came to split up his enterprises among his
sons, one of 'em took the temple for a living. His name was Lum Shan.
But Fu Shan says, Lum would rather come over to America and go into
business in Saleratus. Lum Shan don't like his temple, but I don't
know why. Well, then, I says, 'Speak up, Fu Shan. Don't be bashful,
Asia. If you've got a medicine for the hopeless, let it come, Asia.
What's five thousand years got to say to a man with an absolute
constitution, a stomach voracious and untroubled, who looks around
him and sees no utility anywhere? Ebb and flow, work and eat, born
and dead, rain and shine, things swashin' around, a heave this way
and then that.
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