the midday sun
In striking contrast thereto are the cool calculation , the silent observation and the perfect harmony of the peoples of Asia and Africa , all of whom , without exception , are inspired by a deep and undying hatred of the white race . You may live for years among disciples of Mohammed , know all in your environment , penetrate into their thoughts and feelings , and still be utterly incapable of judging when the little spark that occasionally glows in their eyes in moments of great enthusiasm , will suddenly develop into an immense flame , when a force will make its appearance of the existence of which you have never dreamed , and which will , without a sign of warning , devastate and destroy all around it . But when this does happen and the corpses of the slain encumber the streets , when the quiet , peaceful , apparently indolent Moslem who for years has worked faithfully for you , is transformed in a few hours into a fanatical hero , whom thousands follow like so many sheep , then , at the sight of the burning ruins you will be forced to admit that the white man will forever be excluded from the thoughts and the national sentiment of the followers of Islam . You walk across a sandy plain in the heat of the midday sun and you return the same way the next morning after a rainy night -- what has happened ? The ground which yesterday looked so parched and barren is now covered with millions of tiny blades . Where has this sudden life come from ? It was there all the time .