 The small, the delicate, the defenseless. All would be lost, like the lost books of lily, or wrecked as the English wrecked the summer palace in Peking. I'll share your opinion of that. And that, my son, is why I am here. And why you are here. And why we may pray to outlive the doom that gathers around us on it. That when that time comes, that Shangri-La will escape, perhaps.