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monk!  I am getting out of          
this."  I turned in great alarm and was stopped by the          
sight of the old man fairly shaking with laughter.  For a       
time his mirth was so great that he simply could not speak.     
    "Brother, Lobsang," he managed to say at last, "you          
have greatly enlivened my declining days.  I thought at        
first that the whole hierarchy of devils had bitten you as     
you sat, you jumped so high.  Now, Brother, there is no        
problem at all, but first let me have a friendly 'dig' at      
you.  You were telling me of the West, and of their strange      
beliefs.  Let me quote you this, from their own Bible:          
'Marriage is honorable in all' (Hebrews, Chapter Thirteen,     
Verse Four)."  Once again he was attacked by a fit of laugh-     
ter, and the more glumly I looked at him, the more he          
laughed, until in the end he stopped from exhaustion.          
    "Brother," he continued, when he was able, "those who        
guide us and help us had that in mind.  You and the lady        
may live together in a state of companionship, for do not      
our own monks and nuns live at times under the same           
roof?  Let us not see difficulties where none exist.  Let us     
continue with the Record."                                
    With a heart-felt sigh, I nodded dumbly.  Words for the       
moment were quite beyond me.  The more I thought of            
it all, the less I liked any of it.  I thought of my Guide,     
the Lama Mingyar Dondup, sitting in comfort somewhere        
up in the Land of the Golden Light.  My expression must        
have become blacker and blacker, for the old lama started      
laughing again.                                          
    At last we both calmed down and together watched the        
living pictures of the Akashic Record.  I saw the man