17 April 2008

It turns out there was a mouse behind it all

In My Life as an Explorer (1925), Sven Anders Hedin has an account of his visit to the monastery of Linga-gompa in Tibet in 1907.

In the interior, too, there was an air of mystery. I ascended a steep flight of steps into a Hall of divine images, where the light, from an opening on the left, with a shutter creaking in the wind, fell on a whole row of medium-sized Buddha figures. My companions had remained in an entrance-hall, and I was alone with the gods. Now and then a mouse ventured out of the dark, to feast on the contents of the offering-bowls on the altar-table.
(Previous posts about Hedin’s book are here and here and here and here.)


1 comment:

Snail said...

Probably the spiritual antecedent of my mouse!