“It is the end of civilisation, isn’t it?” the Member for Blackfriars observed, waving an unlighted pipe at Krishna’s Bride. She posed in a golden crown and trousers of scarlet muslin, politely offering a lotus to the camera. From the far end of the studio, the Ambassador’s wife was listing the ornaments of desire:

“In her hair she wears the traditional brooches.”

On the monitoring screen, palely reflected, brooches.

“In her ears she is wearing the traditional earrings.” Rings.

“Next on her arms you can see the traditional bracelets. Sometimes they are very old . . . On her ankles . . .”