Vietnam or Thailand ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
Updated: May 11, 2025
This is excluding the profits of the House of a Hundred Raptures and of the private chandu orgies organized by Mrs. Sin. "The Kazmah group gradually acquired control of the entire market, and we know for a fact that at one period during the war they were actually supplying smuggled cocaine, indirectly, to no fewer than twelve R.A.M.C. hospitals!
The woman so strangely named revealed her gleaming teeth in a swift, unpleasant smile, then her nostrils dilated and she glanced about her suspiciously. "Someone smokes the chandu cigarettes," she said, speaking in a low tone which, nevertheless, failed to disguise her harsh voice, and with a very marked accent.
Chandu is a key to another life. Cocaine, for instance enhances our capacity for work. It is only a heretic like De Quincey who prostitutes the magic gum to such base purposes. Chandu is misunderstood in Europe; in Asia it is the companion of the aesthete's leisure." "But surely," said Rita, "one pipe of opium will not produce all these wonders."
The appearance of the speck on the horizon had marked the height of her trance. Her recognition of Mrs. Sin had signalized the decline of the chandu influence. Now, the intrusion of a definite, uncontorted memory was evidence of returning cerebral activity.
With this little German-Jew villain she made a pact, reflecting that, provided that his wares were of good quality, she had triumphed over Kazmah. The craving for chandu seized her sometimes and refused to be exorcised by morphia, laudanum, or any other form of opium; but she had not dared to spend a night at the "House of a Hundred Raptures" since her marriage.
Everything was apparently carried out decently and in order; the clients were of a respectable, well-to-do class some who had merely dropped in for a pipe of chandu, or a jolt of opium; and Shafto noticed quite a number of Europeans and, among them, at present asleep, a man whom he knew and frequently met on the Strand.
Immobile she sat propped up amid the cushions, and only her full lips moved. "Two pipes are nothing to Cy," she murmured. "He smokes five. But you are not going to smoke?" Again she paused, then: "Ah, my Lucy. You smoke with me?" she whispered coaxingly. Chandu had opened the poppy gates. Mrs. Sin was conversing with her dead lover. "Something has changed you," she sighed.
Ho-Pin, fretful society seeks the solace of the brass pipe; yes, Soames, that is true. Have you ever tried opium?" "Never!" declared Soames, with emphasis, "never!" "Well, it is a delight in store for you! But the reason of our existence as an institution, Soames, is not far to seek. Once the joys of Chandu become perceptible to the neophyte, a great need is felt a crying need.
"You are telling me lies. But you have always told me lies; one more does not matter, I suppose. How strong you are. You have hurt my wrists. You will smoke with me now?" For a moment Pyne hesitated, then: "Very well," he said. "Go and lie down. I will roast the chandu."
For a habitual opium-smoker to abstain when the fumes of chandu actually reach his nostrils is a feat of will-power difficult adequately to appraise. An ordinary tobacco smoker cannot remain for long among those who are enjoying the fragrant weed without catching the infection and beginning to smoke also.
Word Of The Day
Others Looking