SEPTEMBER 12. _Mexico._

My fears were unwarranted: In the end, the river was kind and calm and

let me pass--I said goodbye regretfully, lingeringly, even I have to

admit tearfully.

I am quite sure I shall never return to the island that has been my

world for a month.

It is a closed chapter, but a very definite chapter, and I have learnt

many things. I have learnt that nature, with her camouflage garb of

beauty, is merciless, cruel, pitiless and hostile. The unpolluted

virgin forest contains poison and disease. Civilization which I have

always scorned is fighting Nature all the time. The wonder is that

anyone survives Nature. Cruelty is primitive, not decadent, as I used

to believe.

Nevertheless, long after I have forgotten the hurt of Nature, I will

remember a thousand beautiful things that are indelible.

I have been happy--on the whole tremendously happy. A happiness that is

pure and abstract and did not depend on a human being.

But if I lived in this country I should weary of the seasonless

sameness. There are things that the blood of my race would cry aloud

for.

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