In the city there is chaos!

The merchant tries to snatch what he can. No law restrains him, no conscience reproaches him. He exploits the war "and the postwar," and exploits poverty and death, just as the peasant exploits the apple tree — with an untroubled "con-science"... And famine is near, and catastro-phe nearer, and the people cry out to the government, and the government listens, and they will go on crying out to it as long as God pleases...

And the motorcar driver drives down the forbidden road just as he drives down the open one — it is all "khosh bosh" between him and the law. He charges his customers in proportion to their need of him: under the rain the fare becomes double — a fare dou-bled to begin with. No tariff, no supervision. He in his turn demands rubber, and the people cry out and the driver cries out, and the government listens, and both will cry out to it as long as God pleases...

And the tramway company, together with some of its employees — it and they have no care but exploitation. People jostle "and come to blows" over getting on and getting off, until the well-man-nered among them learn ill manners. The

tramcar, like the sun, goes its own way; it can be neither stopped nor set moving except by a heavenly miracle from a new Jesus. As for the stations, as for the people, as for the screaming of women and children, as for pressing errands, as for the danger of death — these are matters that touch nei-ther the driver, nor the ticket-taker, nor the chiefs! At every station a slaughter, on every line battles, and the curses rise from every side, and the people cry out to the government, and the government listens, and they will cry out to it as long as God pleases...

And some inhabi-tants of Beirut — order never crosses their minds, above all in matters of good taste. Here is a maid "sluic-ing down" the balcony onto people's heads and clothes, on the orders of her lady, the "mistress" of the house; here is another shaking the dust of her carpets out into her neighbors' windows and noses and lungs; here is a kitchen on the top floor that fancies nothing so much as eating kibbeh twice a week, though the pounding of the pestle disturbs the six-teen families living in the same house; here is a human being wearing every outward mark of humanity who charges like a wild beast to seize a place in the tramway, though he came last of all those

waiting! And here is another who spits in front of you as if the ground were his handkerchief — or as if he were forever in the bath!

And the boys of the alleys — the ruffians of the future, its thieves and its criminals — fill the streets and side-walks and street-cor-ners, and on not one face among them is the mark of "decent folk." Sensible people wonder what is to become of these boys; they fear their numbers, their bad guidance, the con-sequence of neglecting them, and the evil of their social danger; and they cry out to the government, and the government listens, and they will cry out as long as God pleases...

And the garbage barrels along the roads are the most fer-tile ground for the breeding of insects, the rising of stenches, and the spread of diseases. And some people do not distin-guish between the open ground and the privy — especially given how rare the latter is — so that scarcely a street is free of several "impro-vised" privies. And the people cry out to the government, and the government listens, and it will cry out as long as God pleases...

And the curses, the artistry in composing obscene phrases, create a perpetual melody amid all this chaos, until a man is ashamed to walk in the street with a child or a lady. And they complain of the chaos of the courts, the chaos of official-dom, the chaos of national education, and the chaos of morals; and they cry out to the government, and the government listens, and they will cry out as long as God pleases.

from our strong emo-tions, saddening or joyful, such as enthusiasm, faith, appetite, fear, and the rest. (That is why we have so often taken the airplane as our example.)

If we know how to analyze dreams, we can trace them back to their origin in our conscious mind, or in our practical life, or in our sensations, and so the obsessions and delusions that monopolize our thoughts, and thereby affect the course of our lives, are dispelled. We must not let it slip from our minds that our subconscious mind has the conscious mind's power of drawing conclusions and connecting them with events, and of connecting events with one another logically (though often impractically), so that we suppose it impossible that our dream, whose logic has reached such a pitch, could be an old experience we are remembering; and so we attribute it to prophecy, and it becomes a cause of disquiet to our minds.

Dreams have a close connection with the will — that is, if faith is present... He who resolves before sleeping not to dream a dis-turbing dream, and believes that he will not dream, and then manages to forget that resolution completely, will assuredly not dream! Likewise, if he resolves to dream such-and-such a dream, or such-and-such another, and follows the same method, he will dream it.

I have tested this myself, and it has become possible for me to dream what I wish, and only what I wish, when I wish. Let him who believes make the test for himself...