When the sufi discovered English bed linen, cashmere, and silk scarves, he ripped up his rough wool garments. “I will feel more comfortable in these materials,” he told himself. “They will lend grace to my genuflections. I am going to cut my beard and hair, brush my teeth three times a day, use a good eau de Cologne as a deodorant, throw out my rotten old mat and replace it with a genuine Zemmour rug. I shall stand before God fresh and clean and I know that my prayers will be the purer for it. From now on I shall no longer live on charity. I am going to find honest and honorably remunerated employment. I shall mingle with my fellows, experience their troubles, learn their oaths, initiate myself into their secular loves, savor their worldly wines, and gradually bring them back to the way of the Mystery. At bottom my life will change in form only, but I shall have opened up a new mystical path, the path of the elegant Sufis.”