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Ship me somewheres east of Suez, where the best is like the worst,
Where there aren’t no Ten Commandments an' a man can raise a thirst;
For the temple-bells are callin’, and it’s there that I would be …

If you’ve ’eard the East a-callin’, you won’t never ’eed naught else.
⁠No! you won’t ’eed nothin’ else
⁠But them spicy garlic smells,
⁠An’ the sunshine an’ the palm-trees an’ the tinkly temple-bells …

“old wise man” who finds himself sometimes with an opinion about topics that very likely have been much better covered elsewhere. Should any reader feel a diverse need to blame someone who fits the profile for hate speech: