TB was still sitting in the jungle. The powerful Nubian bearers were cooking breakfast. All the white-women had reformed the evil Dutch ivory poachers, married them, and sailed back to Ing Land.
TB wondered who, 'Ing', was.
He was also looking w/ amazement at Piggy, BW [Buck White], who was busy with his bath and laundry and singing HK/HR Kirtan. It seemed that his bath-kirtan was just as important to him as Mangala-arati Kirtan.

Text Six
saṇkhya-purvaka-nama-gana-natibhih kalavasani-krtau
Sad Goswami Astaka

He also noticed that while doing his fortnightly shave Buck had nicked himself and that it took the darnedest longest time to get the bleeding to stop. Buck and his father were surgically certified mildly hemophiliacs.

"Everybody's rid'n a different Donkey",  thought TB, "Become self-realized, build your character and teach".

That was different than: Sit still while I instill. Rather it was: The Teacher is the Midwife of the Psyche. Education in its mayority was waking up, recovery from amnesia, look'n down ' see'n what color donkey you was rid'n

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TB shouldered his portable type-writer, stepped into line and moved out. He didn't have the slightest idea where they were [except that he was in Africa] nor where they were going [to look for Janaki-nandini] but he knew that they were on their way.

Where am I going? I don't know.
What am I doing? I don't care.
All I know is I am on my way.

Mode of Passion, come along!
Mode of Passion, sing a song!
All I know is I am on my way.
[Inspired, "Oklahoma"]