It is no use describing a house; the reader will fix the scene in some spot he knows himself.

He who knows himself is enlightened.

The reader knows the writer better than he knows himself; but the writer's physical presence is light from a star that has moved on.

Then India, everyone has his own idea of India.

I wrote The Green Eye of the Little Yellow God in five hours, but I had it all planned out. It isn't poetry and it does not pretend to be, but it does what it sets out to do.

There's a one-eyed yellow idol to the north of Khatmandu, There's a little marble cross below the town, There's a broken-hearted woman tends the grave of Mad Carew, And the yellow god forever gazes down.