Frank Owen, The Scarlet Hill — Part V: An Lu-shan (1941)
“ Munching almonds was an aid to fascinating contemplation. An affair for an hour or two, with plenty of almonds, the fragrance of which might blend with soft, firm flesh. . . he sighed. It was good to be back once more at the Palace, where excess would disturb no one, and intrigue was the pattern chosen by most of the smirking, flabby officials. Though there were others of firmer mold, they were of slight importance, forming as they did a minority, nor did it occur to him that in that minority lay the strength of the Empire. However, he acknowledged the power and brilliance of Li Lin-fu. ”
