To the European poet the relation between man and woman is a thing of supreme importance and mystery. To the Chinese, it is something commonplace, ob… - Arthur Waley

There was a rock that since the creation of the world had been worked upon by the pure essences of Heaven and the fine savours of Earth, the vigour of sunshine and the grace of moonlight, till at last it became magically pregnant and one day split open, giving birth to a stone egg, about as big as a playing ball. Fructified by the wind it developed into a stone monkey, complete with every organ and limb.

Since the classical language has an easy grammar and limited vocabulary, a few months should suffice for the mastering of it.

Anything whatsoever may become the subject of a novel, provided only that it happens in this mundane life and not in some fairyland beyond our human ken.