It is easy to imagine the contempt of a Western intellectual when looking through a few pages of Eastern literature, and easy to understand the reasons for his contempt. However, he notices the absence of his usual standard, but does not question the basis of what he reads. If he did, perhaps he would open a door. Perhaps he would change, perhaps he would grow, perhaps he would learn something new that he never imagined. But ignorance is one of those sins that cannot be admitted. To recognize that, with a whole life behind, the essential was not perceived… It is much more comfortable to waste what remains of it as well.