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"What is outside the world, daddy? " "Space, my child. " "But what is outside space then?"
The fascination of the unknown, a deep love of the picturesque, and inherent desire to revert awhile to the primitive -- these were probably some of the factors that made a little tour in Mongolia so essentially desirable to me at a period when, instead of turning my face homewards, I merely felt the compelling desire for more. The remark, "Such a pity you did not come here before the old order of things passed away," had assailed my ears like minute-guns throughout my eighteen months in China, and here in Mongolia was at last an opportunity of meeting with medievalism untouched.