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HILLS are not famous for height alone: 'tis the Genius
Loci that invests them with their charm. Lakes are not
famous for mere depth: 'tis the residing Dragon that
imparts to them a spell not their own. And so, too,
my hut may be mean; but the fragrance of Virtue is
diffused around.
The green lichen creeps up the steps: emerald leaflets
peep beneath the bamboo blind. Within, the laugh of
cultured wit, where no gross soul intrudes; the notes of
the light lute, the words of the Diamond Book, marred
by no scraping fiddle, no scrannel pipe, no hateful
archives of official life.
K'ung-ming had his cottage in the south; Yang
Hsiung his cabin in the west. And the Master said,
"What foulness can there be where virtue is?"
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