Chapter 10 Chapter 10 There is a goal to strive for

Now I know that I have attracted the attention of the Singapore Political Department.My name will be on their watch list for no other reason than I gave some anti-British and anti-colonial speeches at Malaya Mansions.They know I'm not kidding, but I'm someone who stands firm.I think it would be best for them to know that my actions are aboveboard in terms of the constitution. At the same time, I have no connection with the Communist Party, nor do I sympathize with the actions of the Communist Party... During this time, Chi and I discussed our lives in the UK and looked to the future.We thought it best to marry quietly and in secret during the Christmas break in December, anticipating Chi's parents would be very upset if they were consulted.Girton College might not agree; the college's proctor wrote me to remind me of it.The Queen's Scholarship authority may also take issue.But we're all 20-somethings, mature, and have our own minds.A friend of ours from Stratford-upon-Avon, unaware of our real motives, referred us to a small local hotel as the perfect place for a Christmas holiday.We can also go to the world-famous Shakespeare Theater to watch Shakespeare's famous plays.As soon as we reached Stratford-upon-Avon, however, we informed the Registrar of Marriages of the real purpose of our visit, and after a fortnight's stay we were married in accordance with the formalities.We stopped in London on our way to Stratford-upon-Avon so that I could go down to Regent Street to buy Chi a platinum wedding ring.When she returned to Cambridge, Chi wore the ring around her neck with a necklace instead of on her finger.

Although life has changed, we still try to read hard as always.I want to make sure I'm good enough to sit the first stage honors degree exams.Zhi had a little difficulty in coping with the second year of courses, and I am afraid that he will not see the light of day until the third year. In May 1948, the exam came again; in June, the results were announced at the Council Building.I achieved first class results in my first stage honors degree examinations.Zhi was disappointed when she got a second-class result in the second-stage qualification examination of law.In fact, she was not taking the honors exam, which didn't really matter.I comforted her, and the two of them decided to take a two-week vacation to the Continent.

We didn't want to go on a group trip and arranged for ourselves to stay in Paris for five days, then in Switzerland for a week, and the last stop was Venice. Paris was filthy and gloomy, and after four years of German occupation it was getting worse.Fortunately, the German commander decided to defy Hitler's order and retreat without destroying the entire city.Compared with the British, the French look very poor.They are not as proud and organized as the British.Public transport in Paris is much worse than in London, and the double-length buses look weird and awkward, and they are not easy to maneuver when turning.The traffic was chaotic and the drivers were all rude.The French don't queue like the Brits when boarding a bus or paying at a shop counter.They push and shove at the door, get in and out of the car, and even push you aside when they say "I'm sorry, sir."Paris subway fares are much cheaper than London.But at that time in 1948, the general trains were dirty, the ventilation was poor, and the air was not fresh.Passengers in the car only care about themselves and rarely think about others.In London, men will stand up and give their seats to ladies, and young people will give their seats to older people.I left Paris with more admiration for the English.France is definitely a few notches below England in terms of social norms and the facilities the government provides to its people; facilities are what people now call infrastructure.

However, for those who pay attention to food, French food is top-notch.The taste of the steak is particularly delicious, the sauce is also very delicious, and the wine is first-rate.Even a simple salad is delicious, such as the kind made with big, red and sweet tomatoes, mixed with a little olive oil and sour vinegar. If you eat it with grilled steak and French bread, it tastes delicious. It could not be better.Especially the French bread, which is crunchier and much more delicious than the British one.Neither Chi nor I want to eat standard British dishes anymore. We are going from Paris to Geneva by night train.When I wake up, I just feel that the air is very fresh and the climate is cool.Geneva is really a clean and immaculate city.There are few cars on the street, and the trams running to and from Sichuan are very clean; flowers are blooming in the middle of the lamp post (I don't know how to water it).The Bristol Hotel where we stayed (the pre-war occupants were obviously British), all the beds had beautiful white sheets, white tablecloths, white bread, the food was delicious, everything They are all clean, but the price is generally more expensive than France.Switzerland is still so simple, the war has neither scarcity nor dirty, gloomy scene.

We went south from Geneva to Lausanne and Lugano.When we went to Vietnam, the cities we saw became dirtier.We'd heard from our fellow tourists that Venice was sleazy and smelly.So, we decided to cancel the room we booked at the Venice Hotel and stay a few more days in Lugano.We moved from a less expensive hotel to another called "Brilliant".What's wrong with that? It's a rare time in life.We spent five blissful days in Lugano.Facing the majestic and charming lake and mountains every day, you can enjoy efficient and thoughtful service, as well as delicious food, which can be served with a bottle of Nachat wine for less than 10 shillings.The staff at the reception looked at me and asked if I was Chinese.I said, "Yes, but I'm from Singapore." He said, "Ah, Chiang Kai-shek." He didn't know the difference between me and the Chinese.I am not proud of Chiang Kai-shek, because he was expelled from mainland China by the Chinese People's Liberation Army.In fact, I had expected that Europeans would invariably see me as Chinese.What we have spent these days is still the happiest vacation of our lives, sightseeing, walking, eating, drinking beer, wine and champagne.I find the Swiss to be very disciplined, efficient and practical, with a decent and polite attitude, but not warm.They don't ask you for favors, and in turn seem to lack a generous nature themselves.All in all, they left a deep impression on us.

Soon after returning to Cambridge, my younger brother Jin Yao also came to England from the United States to be with us.He carried with him fine and expensive nylon stockings, quick-drying shirts and handsome luggage - all of which were unavailable in austerity Britain.The United States looks like a fairyland with abundant products, and it also looks like a bountiful horn overflowing with milk and honey in fairy tales.Therefore, my impression of the United States in my early years was that it was a society with abundant resources and superior material conditions.But I hold the same opinion as the English, and think that the American lacks the refined qualities of an ancient civilization.They are too eager for quick success, too reckless and impatient, and too ambitious, thinking that there is nothing impossible in the world, and there is no problem that cannot be solved.

In October we start our final year of study.We do our homework in an orderly manner and study hard.Listen to lectures, write papers, do homework for supervisors to review, and read in the library, or review homework in the room I rented in "Captain Harris' Stables".But life is not all about reading.Sometimes on weekends or in the evening, I would ride my bicycle to Girton, and Chi would use the gas stove in the janitor's dormitory to cook some Singaporean dishes.I often invite Yang Bangxiao and Eddie Buck to go with me.Barker was also a fellow student at Raffles College and had just arrived in the UK to study law.Sometimes I cook my weekly ration of meat in curry once and eat it all.Zhi also fried "barley noodles" with butter noodles, chicken (instead of pork) and chili powder (instead of raw chili), which was also quite delicious.

At this time, our lives have been properly adjusted, and we have established good contacts with all parties involved.I was able to have some of Cambridge's leading law supervisors tutor me, all fellows at Trinity Law School; Trinity Law School was the main law school at Cambridge University at the time.After I got my first class at the end of my first year, I was able to convince them to be my supervisor, even though I was a student of Fitzwilliam.These supervisors come from a variety of backgrounds.My best supervisor was Trevor Thomas, he was kind, quick-witted and organized. I befriended several British students, most of whom were active members of the Labor Club at Cambridge University and later ran as Labor candidates in the 1950 general election; Distinguished Professor of Comparative and Industrial Law.They are a group of extremely intelligent young people, and they are also my good companions.

In February 1949, I went to Oxford University to participate in a moot court debate (formal debate) on behalf of Cambridge University. The presiding judge was Mr. Sellers.Other trainee lawyers seem to miss the finer points about legal issues.As soon as I caught it, Mr. Sellers smiled.When he was refereeing, he praised me a lot.However, I have not participated in any debates held by the Cambridge Students' Union.I don't think it's wise to speak out so early on.It will not be too late when we return to Singapore and agree with our friends on the route we are going to take. However, during my stay in London, I did attend speeches in the House of Commons a few times.Some Labor MPs were extremely friendly to colonial students (conversely, Conservative MPs tended to be contemptuous of colonial students' desire for freedom).Fenner Brockway, the Labor MP for Eaton and Slough, used to meet me in the halls of Westminster (the seat of the British Parliament) in order to give me tickets so that I could sit in the gallery.There are some famous orators in the Labor Party.I remember that when I first attended the British Parliament in 1947, I saw how Labor MP Stafford Cripps refuted the Colonial Secretary of the Conservative Shadow Cabinet with sharp words.He's a sharp mind.

Get the only special award In May 1949, we took our final exams in law. I am very satisfied with the announcement of the results in June.I got a first-class result in the second stage of the honors degree examination of law, and won the only special award that year.Zhi also got first-class results.We telegraphed the good news to our parents.I should have done better, but the first class was good enough to serve as a good sign for another phase of my career when I returned to Singapore.According to Cambridge University rules, a law student must "complete" at least nine semesters, each of eight weeks, and must live in college halls of residence or authority-approved accommodation before being awarded a degree.Zhi had only six periods of study at Cambridge University, and I only had eight periods of study.We were granted a special dispensation and were all allowed to take our places on Midsummer Day, June 21st.

The University of Cambridge is determined to maintain a long tradition.This tradition has grown more exotic as the years have passed, but adds to the mystique of Cambridge as an ancient center of learning.On the day of the graduation ceremony, students lined up in order of seniority in the school they attended, and then, led by their mentors, walked into the senate building near several law schools.As soon as they entered, five people at a time held a finger of the instructor's right hand, and the instructor led them one by one to the headmaster who was sitting in a robe.Students and tutors also wear relevant gowns according to the degrees they have obtained.Students waiting to receive their degrees wear short gowns with a draped scarf trimmed with white rabbit fur dangling behind their shoulders.The tutor introduced the student to the principal, who then, speaking Latin, awarded the degree to the student.Billy Thatcher himself, in his capacity as Proctor, led me and the other students up the steps, with Fitzwilliam's students being last in line because they did not belong to any of the Cambridge colleges.After the ceremony, accompanied by our instructors and other students, we went to the lawn outside the council building to take a lot of photos.Several law lecturers from Trinity Law School, who had taught me and Zhi, were also present to share the joy with us as supervisors, and Trevor Thomas was also there.Yang Bangxiao took the scenes at that time into the camera one by one. We then moved to Thomas's suite at Trinity Law School and popped champagne for another celebration.Another lecturer, Dr. T. Ellis Lewis, also came to participate.We all affectionately called him TEL (initial).He taught us and was a Welshman.He has a pleasant, comical face, bald, with fine white hair falling down the sides, and rimless glasses.He said to Chi and me, "If it's a boy, send him to Trinity Law School." When our eldest son, Hsien Loong, was born in 1952, I wrote to the senior tutor at Trinity Law School to book him a place in advance.However, 19 years later, Hsien Loong went to Cambridge University for further study, but decided to enter Trinity College, which was the most outstanding mathematics school established by Newton.Under the guidance of excellent tutors at Trinity College, he completed the three-year course in two years and obtained a first-class honors degree in mathematics. Of all the pictures I took on graduation day, the one I treasure most is the one with Billy Thatcher standing between Chi and me.I didn't disappoint him, and neither did my "girlfriend".Thatcher made a deep impression on me.He is shrewd, insightful, and spends a lot of time teaching his students carefully.One day, when I had tea with him in his suite, he pointed to some workers who were digging dirt on Trumpington Street and said that they had two tea breaks in just three hours, past and war During this period, their work attitude was different.Now they are not willing to work hard, the country will not progress.I thought he was a reactionary old man, but he taught economics.After a few years, I came to the conclusion that he knew what made the country's economy grow.Another time, he said to me: "You are Chinese, and you Chinese have thousands of years of long-standing culture as the backing. This is an extremely favorable condition." In June 1949, when we were about to leave Cambridge, one morning he invited Chi and I had coffee together for the last time.He patted Chi's hand, then looked at me and said, "He's too impatient. Don't let him be in such a hurry." He really knew my character well; A goal to strive hard for, and never give up until one day it is achieved. Now that we've graduated, we're taking the opportunity to go on a 10-day holiday, this time exploring England and Scotland in a station wagon.However, our study of law is not yet complete.To be a lawyer in Singapore, a degree from Cambridge University alone is not enough.We also have to obtain the qualifications of ordinary lawyers in the UK or the qualifications of lawyers who can handle cases in the High Court.We joined the Middle Temple Law Society.The Middle Temple Law Society is one of the four law societies in the United Kingdom, responsible for teaching law students and accrediting students to the bar. We managed to live in London on our return from our travels, and soon found a flat not far from my old residence on Fitzgingham Road.But on Zhi's side, it is always difficult to balance housework and study.We therefore decided not to attend the Law Society classes, but to remain in Tintagel, Cornwall, to study alone for the final bar exams. We have spent several holidays in an old manor house on this site.The old house is assisted by Mrs. Mailer and her three sons.Mrs. Mailer was understanding and helpful and took great care of our meals.We lived in the whole house just the two of us, and there were only a few other residents in the summer.We sit comfortably in the chairs, or take a walk along the surrounding country roads, breathing in the fresh air.A warm, humid south-west wind blows our spirits.Our only entertainment was listening to the BBC's domestic broadcasts on a Pyre radio I had bought from Cambridge, and it gave us many moments of lighthearted fun.I find radio more stimulating than television.We have heard a number of programs, including the first series of "Reith Lectures" with Rosso on "Authority and the Individual."Old Man Russell had a beautiful voice, with a touch of old-fashioned intonation and articulation.His speech shone with wisdom, and he could express his thoughts in simple and elegant words.After dinner there was light entertainment on This Guy Again, hosted by Tommy Hanley.The jokes he tells are funny, not dirty, funny, no sex, no puns. As for sports and recreation, I played golf, mostly alone, on the nine-hole course at King Arthur's Castle Hotel.Except for the holidays, this course is usually empty, plus it is hilly and windy. For a fool like me, such a course is exactly what I wished for.It keeps me fit and healthy.Chi and I spend a lot of time looking for lost golf balls, only to find someone else's, better quality ones than mine.Zhi also took the opportunity to pick wild mushrooms, and Mrs. Mailer cooked them for us. The taste was quite delicious. talk in malaya mansion We ate in the half-fed dining room of the Middle Temple Law Society, and the food was not so good.In order to qualify as a lawyer, we had to "eat dinner" in the society's dining room three times per school period, which was mandatory for all students.In other words, we had to take a 7-hour train ride to Paddington Station.But it also gave us the opportunity to meet friends from Malaya and Singapore at the Malayan House in Briston Square.We were talking about what British colonial students in London liked to talk about, our future struggle for freedom.Among my Raffles Institution classmates, some were politically active, like Goh Keng Swee and To Chin Chai. Goh Keng Swee was my economics tutor when I was studying at Raffles Institution.He is a BSc student at the London School of Economics.Du Jincai is pursuing a BSc in Physiology at the University of London.They and several others organized a group called the "Malayan Forum" with the aim of creating political awareness among students and at the same time promoting the early establishment of an independent state of Malaya, including Singapore.Members of the Forum come from all ethnic groups including Malays, Chinese, Indians and Eurasians.The forum itself is neither left nor right, and does not involve ideological issues at all.It takes an anti-colonial stance but advocates non-violence and has nothing to do with the Communist Party of Malaya.When members of the forum hold rallies, they often invite British politicians, junior ministers in the Labor government such as Woodrow Wyatt, or Conservative and Liberal MPs to speak. After we had talked for a while, we went out from the Malayan Building to Marble Arch and went down the Egwell Road to the lounges for a drink.British beer is terrible, tasteless, and has a strong British "bitter" taste.Even after all these years, I still don't like British beer.But back then, us poor students, apart from drinking beer, how could we afford to drink other alcohol? The price of beer is very expensive, and whiskey is so expensive that people dare not touch it.We had to drink beer and talk about the big things we were going to do when we got back to Singapore. Before I left England, I decided to contact Lim Hong Mei, the unofficial representative of the Communist Party of Malaya in London.Lim Pong Mei was awarded the Queen's Scholarship in 1934, but later he lost interest in studying and was attracted to the cause of communism.He took the bar exam and never passed it, nor did he get a degree from Cambridge University.He stayed in London and published a pro-CPM mimeograph tabloid called the Malayan Monitor, which was terrible and crude propaganda.But he himself was a strong-willed guy.I called him for an appointment and he asked me to meet outside the offices of the Daily Worker. The Daily Worker is the organ of the British Communist Party, based near Fleet Street.I'm going with Chi.Zhi knew him, and it turned out that Zhi's brother was his friend. He was such an oddball that instead of going straight to where we could talk, he took us in a wide circle, through narrow streets, making unnecessary turns, before ending up eating in a working-men's lounge room stopped.The place seemed remote and had a strong proletarian air.We started off with some social banter, and then I asked him straight up why all the communists swallowed up the social democrat workers in their united front, citing what the communists were doing in the Czech Republic and Hungary as examples.He vehemently denied this, and said that the Social Democrats in both countries had joined the Communist camp because they believed the communist cause was superior to theirs.I think he is completely out of touch with reality, living only in a dream of his own making, and he himself is a great revolutionary in this dream. A month or two later, I received a letter from Singapore Police Commissioner Folger.He knew my parents, and when he heard I was in Cornwall, he invited Chi and me to his home in Thurston, Devonshire.We stayed at his house for three days.He was interested in gauging who I was; I was interested in getting in touch with him and seeing what the post-war Chief of the British Colonial Police was like.We play golf together.I'm terrible at the game, but had a good weekend.Now I know that I have attracted the attention of the Singapore Political Department.My name will be on their watch list for no other reason than I gave some anti-British and anti-colonial speeches at Malaya Mansions.They know I'm not kidding, but I'm someone who stands firm.I think it would be best for them to know that my actions are constitutionally aboveboard, and that I have no connection with or sympathy with the Communist Party, because we will be returning to Singapore soon. In May 1950 we went to London to take the final bar exams.That weekend, I happened to meet a large number of football fans. The hotel we stayed in had a slamming sound from morning till night, which prevented us from concentrating on our homework.But the test results were no different.We must pay for not being in London.As we were not in London, we did not hear from the lecturers concerned, who were the examiners for the main subjects.They develop exam questions based on new cases they teach.Nobody gets a first class diploma.I got a second-class diploma and came in third; Zhi got a third-class diploma.But all went well. On June 21, 1950, we donned wigs and gowns as required by the ceremony, and were admitted to the Bar in the banquet hall of the Middle Temple Law Society.Life is about to enter a new stage. I was very happy at the thought of going home.Looking back on my life in the UK over the past four years, I am quite satisfied and relieved.I have seen war-torn Britain, where the people did not become defeatist because of the terrible losses they suffered, nor did they become arrogant because of the victories in the wars.Every bombed place in downtown London has been neatly tidied up, and the ruins are stacked neatly on one side, and some flowers, plants and shrubs have been planted to make the ruins less dazzling.It's part of the veiled pride and discipline that the British display, The British are admirably polite to their own people and foreigners alike.What impresses the most is the polite attitude shown by the motorists: you wave to the car with the right to go first, and the other party also waves to you.It's really a civilized society.I miss Cambridge too.It is here at this university that I study with an unusual generation.They were all returning fighters in their 20s, some even in their 30s, married and with children.They have seen death and destruction firsthand, and become very serious people.Some survived a catastrophe and returned by luck.One student in Fitzwilliam suffered severe facial burns when the plane he was flying crashed, and despite repeated plastic surgery, he still looked distressed.Yet he beat himself.Knowing that his disfigured face would startle strangers the first few times they met, he tried to appear natural, confident, and without self-pity.Because he does not bow to fate, his life is the most meaningful, Cambridge was not a place for young people who just wanted to have fun and show off to each other in a flashy style.It is true that there are a few young people in the school who have just finished their service in peacetime or who are exempted from military service, but they are a minority and cannot take the lead.It was the demobilized students, the ones with ugly war scars, who made postwar Cambridge a place to learn how to pick up the pieces of war.I have been fortunate to live and study with this generation of British people. Of course, there were unpleasant encounters back then, mainly from some British men and women who had to serve me and who perhaps felt it was demeaning to serve a shabby poor Asian student.Some landladies are especially mean and stubborn.But there were also Englishmen like Mrs Mailer of Tintagel and Mrs Jackson, manager of the Chinese Society in London, who treated me very well.I have been studying in the UK for several years, and the most unforgettable thing is Mrs. Jackson.The China Association, whose clubhouse is located in Gordon Square, was established by the British government using boxer indemnities.The association is open to all Chinese students.The clubhouse is close to the center of London. I think it is the most convenient for Chinese students, not to mention the place is so quiet. Mrs. Jackson was friendly to all the students, and was especially kind to me from the start.During the university holidays, as my address changed from Cambridge to London, London to Cambridge, and Cambridge to Tintagel, 16 Gordon Square became my correspondence office, where we kept spare suitcases or place for books.Chi and I have no home in London, so we often go to the China Association.There we could wash off the deadly soot from our bodies with hot water, soap, and a clean washbasin, without paying a penny, just bring our own bath towels.Mrs. Jackson was able to provide us with a good and rich afternoon tea for only 1 shilling per person, as the clubhouse was free of rent. As for the small unsatisfactory things? In the early post-war years when Britain was short of supplies, if you were not a foreign student, you could not imagine how difficult and inconvenient it would be to rent a combined living and bedroom house in London.The landlady only provides breakfast.After breakfast Chi and I had to leave the room so the landlady could clean it.We had to go to the public library to read, and lunch and dinner were settled in restaurants.So finding a clean and peaceful place to rest and freshen up is a huge luxury, not to mention free. unintended consequences In 1956, when I was in London to attend the constitutional talks on the future of Singapore, I went to Gordon Square to visit Mrs. Jackson.She was very happy to see me, and I am not.But my association with the China Association has exposed me to politically unintended consequences.Many years later, I found some old reports in the archives of the Singapore Political Department that Chi and I often went to the China Association in order to deal with pro-Communists from China.At the time, Mao Zedong was on the verge of total victory in the Chinese civil war, followed by the proclamation of the People's Republic of China on October 1, 1949.One report even said Chi was a more radical leftist than I was.I have completely lost confidence in the report of the Political Department. Chi and I returned to Singapore on the Dutch cruise ship "William Luis". The "William Reuss" is the best ship between Southampton and Singapore. It is very new and has air-conditioning equipment. It provides excellent Indonesian and Dutch meals, and there are hundreds of Javanese waiters in national costumes. Yingsheng is attentive and helpful.This should be a bold expense as we bid farewell to Britain.We stayed in two first class cabins and it was always a pleasure to travel.I have only been seasick twice, once when the ship reached the Bay of Biscay in the Atlantic Ocean, and once when the ship was sailing in the Arabian Sea.I can't eat, just unbuttered toast and beef jerky.Otherwise, the whole process is unforgettable. On August 1st, we arrived in Singapore.It felt so good to be home! I knew I was going to a different phase of my life from now on, and a very different one at that.Soon someone made me aware of the dangers I might face in the future.Although we lived in the first class cabin, Mr. Fox, the immigration officer who came on board in person with a bow tie, asked me to be safe and sensible.He made Chi and me wait until the very end before checking our passports, and said inscrutably, "Mr. Lee, I think we'll learn more about you." I gave him a glare and ignored him.He intends to intimidate me, I will not be intimidated by him! Later, I discovered the black spots he had noted for me, including the suspicion that I had gone to Budapest to attend the World Youth Day Congress in August 1949.That summer, the Soviet Union used Hungary as a host for the congress organized by the Communist Party, and the London-based International Students' Union invited relevant groups in the UK to attend.Some Malayan and Singaporean students accepted the invitation because it was nothing more than a great opportunity to travel cheaply abroad, paying only for the return train journey.Wu Qingrui, Maurice Baker, my brother Jin Yao and many others went.However, as soon as they got there, Lin Fengmei and John Iba, a secret communist in Singapore, asked them to form a representative team and parade with the banner "Malaya Fights for Freedom".British intelligence officers got the news, and considering that some people might cause trouble after returning to Singapore, they sent the list of participants to the Singapore Political Department, including K. Y． Lee.Personnel from the Political Department interviewed my parents, but since my parents knew nothing about our actions, they were unable to provide any clarification.As a result, the authorities did not know that the suspect in their minds was my brother D. K． Y． Lee(Dennis Kim Yew Lee), not me--H. K． Y． Lee (Harry Kuan Yew Lee). However, there are other reports in the file about me that set me apart, making me the last passenger to clear and disembark from the William Reuys. In 1981, a researcher showed me a document from a meeting of the Governor General's House dated June 28, 1950.It turned out that at this meeting, the Director of the Political Department, Nigel Morris, suggested that Chi and I be detained immediately upon our return to Singapore from England.But Superintendent Folger, the gentleman who recently invited us to spend a weekend at his home in Deverne, disagreed.The minutes of the meeting further record the views of the Governor, the Commander-in-Chief and the Colonial Secretary in support of Folger.They thought we were both of good families and that if we were arrested, the public reaction would be bad.On the contrary, they said that if we were treated well and won us over, there would be no harm.Some people think that McDonald, the British High Commissioner to Southeast Asia, "is a suitable host, because he often invites students to dinner".In fact, a few months after our return, MacDonald invited Chi and me to his house.