among us... any girl... to sleep among the pillows... of foolish-ness... and folly!"

And music, in the judgment of "the poet," is his stairway to an overwhelming secret... to celestial tones... and between him and it there is an understanding friend-ship — or say, a wondrous love...!

The Eastern melody is dear to his heart... that melody which has been disfigured... grown flabby... and come unstrung since Sayyid Darwish... and his disciples.

We went on talking of art... Dr. Bishr Faris expressed to me his sorrow and grief over the old building in the Eastern style, which embraces us... and keeps pace with our life, our incli-nations, and our Easternness... The modern building which the "modernity" of this age imposes upon us... is an intruder upon us, a stranger to us, however much we turn about on the stairways of progress or draw near to the climates of the West... and its architecture.

I asked him about his well-known hobby, of which my teacher Dr. Ishaq Musa al-Husseini had told me before... He is a collector of old Eastern vessels, especially the crystal ones... and he has a rare collection of old carpets...

This is what he said, in brief, before passing on to speak of his huge library, which holds more than three thousand volumes... Among those volumes he spends the greater part of his long work-ing hours, and even in most of his

leisure he searches and delves and arranges and composes...

Sweet indeed it is for a man to make work and play brothers within himself... this is the foun-dation of striving... and the cause of its success.

We returned to talk of beautiful Lebanon... After Egypt it is the dearest of countries to his heart... Is it enough for us that Chtaura is in it — and the part sometimes pleads for the whole?...

I ought to have asked Dr. Faris about his scholarly and historical activity — but what was to be done? The dome of art is vast and many-aired. In any case, perhaps the most eloquent account of this

activity lies within the folds of his numerous works, the Arabic and the French alike...

Dr. Faris did not say to me, in his delightful talk, what Kipling once said — East is East and West is West — but he reminded me of it.

Yes, it is prodigality on our part to thrust away our Eastern stamp, and then our friendship for the domineering, sweep-ing civilizations...

And it may be that in this stamp lie the cause of our existence, the pillar of our steadfastness, and the secret of our charm...

DORMEYER

For your comfort, Madam,

hasten to buy the mixers of

DORMEYER

for beating eggs and cream,

for mincing meat, and for lemon juice—

a juicer for carrots, apples, and every kind of fruit.

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