Under the Spell of the Gangtise Mountains

Abstract

One I knew you'd swear at me for coming this late. If you want to curse me, then go ahead. I couldn't help it. This is important. Hey, open the door. I'm getting soaked. It's raining. Come to the window and listen. Hurry, get up. That's not me pissing. Don't pretend you're asleep. I saw you shut off the light when I was getting off my bike. I've got something to tell you. Just heard it myself, and I couldn't go to sleep. Who's making a mystery of it? I want you to come on the expedition I'm organizing. I'll be the leader. That old writer will be coming too. He's lived in Tibet for thirty years, and he's going to find us a Tibetan guide. We need some guns, a couple of good cameras, a few brave men. You're the first one I thought of, the first one I've asked. You've got guts. How do I know that? I read that tale about you and your little brotherso I know Lu Gao's the epitome of truth and courage. See? I'm flattering you to your face. I only said that because you won't open the door. I came to invite you. Oh, maybe you think I'm another Yao Liang, huh? Well, I'm not. Yao Liang wrote that story about Lu Gao in Tibet that let us know about you. I have to thank Yao Liang for that at least.