In reviewing a volume of short stories, "My Chinese Days," by Guliglma F. Alsop (Hutchinson, 10/6 net), Mr, Raymond Radelyffe writes as follows in "The Wit-
China has an extraordinary effect upon the European. It eompels him to write books. Alwost every European who has ever visited China has written something somewhere. A good many people take China seriously, and spend many years in studying the language, which they can never speak correctly, and the literature, which they can never understand. These are the Sinologues—a solemn body of anon who look upon themselves with great respect. There are others who rush through China, see roads in bad repair temples tumbling down, mandarins taking squeeze, dust in the streets, smells everywhere, dirty peasants, bound feet, no milk, butter or bread, and go home and write long screeds about the Break up of China. But there are some who have lived in China many years and who have accustouied their noses to the smells, their eyes to the decay, their throats to the dust and are obsessed by the vast horde of industrious placid moving citizens who only need coordination and leadership to conquer the world. These are the Yellow Perilists.
The student tries to become a Sinologue, and usually strains his
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