“At times he had the sensation of being completely bewitched by the mastery of that central intelligence, and then, over the little pale blue tea-bowls, the celebration would contract into a liveliness so gentle and miniature that he had an impression of a theorem dissolving limpidly into a sonnet.”

If you haven’t read Lost Horizon, then you will never know what your view of Shangri-La truly is.

Would you stay?