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--
at Crawley. The day was swelteringly
hot now and I had just missed the bus. The next one would
be too late. I plodded along through the streets, being mis-
directed by person after person, because the firm I was going
to see was in a very obscure place. At long last, almost too
tired to bother, I reached a long, unkempt lane. Walking
along it I finally reached a tumble-down house which looked
as if a regiment of soldiers had been billeted there.
"You wrote an exceptionally good letter," said the man
who interviewed me. "We wanted to see what sort of man
could write a letter like that!"
I gasped at the thought that he had brought me all this
way out of idle curiosity. "But you advertised for a Tech-
nical Writer," I said, "and I am willing for any test."
"Ah! Yes," said the man, "but we have had much trouble
since that advertisement was inserted, we are reorganizing
and shall not take on anyone for six months at least. But
we thought you would like to come and see our firm."
"I consider you should pay my fare," I retorted, "as you
have brought me here on a fool's errand."
"Oh, we cannot do that," he said. "You offered to come
for an interview; we merely accepted your offer."
I was so depressed that the long walk back to the station

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seemed even longer. The inevitable wait for a train, and the
slow journey back to Clapham. The train wheels beneath
me seemed to say: "You should write a book, you should
write a book, you should write a book." In Paris, France,
there is another Tibetan lama who came to the West for a
special purpose. Unlike me, c