On a Chinese Screen, W. Somerset Maugham [thriller novels to read TXT] 📗

On a Chinese Screen

By W. Somerset Maugham.

Table of Contents Titlepage Imprint Dedication On a Chinese Screen I: The Rising of the Curtain II: My Lady’s Parlour III: The Mongol Chief IV: The Rolling Stone V: The Cabinet Minister VI: Dinner Parties I: Legation Quarter II: At a Treaty Port VII: The Altar of Heaven VIII: The Servants of God IX: The Inn X: The Glory Hole XI: Fear XII: The Picture XIII: Her Britannic Majesty’s Representative XIV: The Opium Den XV: The Last Chance XVI: The Nun XVII: Henderson XVIII: Dawn XIX: The Point of Honour XX: The Beast of Burden XXI: Dr. Macalister XXII: The Road XXIII: God’s Truth XXIV: Romance XXV: The Grand Style XXVI: Rain XXVII: Sullivan XXVIII: The Dining-Room XXIX: Arabesque XXX: The Consul XXXI: The Stripling XXXII: The Fannings XXXIII: The Song of the River XXXIV: Mirage XXXV: The Stranger XXXVI: Democracy XXXVII: The Seventh Day Adventist XXXVIII: The Philosopher XXXIX: The Missionary Lady XL: A Game of Billiards XLI: The Skipper XLII: The Sights of Town XLIII: Nightfall XLIV: The Normal Man XLV: The Old Timer XLVI: The Plain XLVII: Failure XLVIII: A Student of the Drama XLIX: The Taipan L: Metempsychosis LI: The Fragment LII: One of the Best LIII: The Sea-Dog LIV: The Question LV: The Sinologue LVI: The Vice-Consul LVII: A City Built on a Rock LVIII: A Libation to the Gods Endnote Colophon Uncopyright Imprint

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On a Chinese Screen I The Rising of the Curtain

You come to the row of hovels that leads to the gate of the city. They are built of dried mud and so dilapidated that you feel a breath of wind will lay them flat upon the dusty earth from which they have been made. A string of camels, heavily laden, steps warily past you. They wear the disdainful air of profiteers forced to traverse a world in which many people are not so rich as they. A little crowd, tattered in their blue clothes, is gathered about the gate and it scatters as a youth in a pointed cap gallops up on a Mongolian pony. A band of children are chasing a lame dog and they throw clods of mud at it. Two stout gentlemen in long black gowns of figured silk and silk jackets stand talking to one another. Each holds a little stick, perched on which, with a string attached to its leg, is a little bird. They have brought out their pets for an airing and in friendly fashion compare their merits. Now and then the birds give a flutter into the air, the length of the string, and return quickly to their perch. The two Chinese gentlemen, smiling, look at them with soft eyes. Rude boys cry out at the foreigner in a shrill and scornful voice. The city wall, crumbling, old and crenellated, looks like the city wall in an old picture of some Palestinish town of the Crusaders.

You pass through the gateway into a narrow street lined with shops: many of them with their elegant lattice work, red and gold, and their elaborate carving, have a peculiar ruined magnificence, and you imagine that in their dark recesses are sold all manner of strange wares of the fabulous East. A great multitude surges along the uneven narrow footwalk or in the deepset street; and coolies, bearing heavy loads, shout for way in short sharp cries. Hawkers with guttural sound call their wares.

And now at a sedate pace, drawn by a sleek mule, comes a Peking cart. Its hood is bright blue and its great wheels are studded with nails. The driver sits with dangling legs on a shaft. It is evening and the sun sets red behind the yellow, steep, and fantastic roof of a temple. The Peking cart, the blind in front drawn down, passes silently and you wonder who it is that sits cross-legged within. Perhaps it is a scholar, all the learning of the classics at his finger ends, bound on a visit to a friend with whom he will exchange elaborate compliments and discuss the golden age of Tang and Sung which can return no more; perhaps it is a singing girl in splendid silks and richly embroidered coat, with jade in her black hair, summoned to a party so that she may sing a little song and exchange elegant repartee with young blades cultured enough to appreciate wit. The Peking cart disappears into the gathering darkness: it seems to carry all the mystery of the East.

II My Lady’s Parlour

“I really think I can make