Two of our examples of fine yen Tsiang, or opium pipes. One in brass is a complete water pipe kit and is a bring back from WWII, the other is bone carved to look like bamboo with a bone fist holding the bowl or damper. Both draw one’s mind to bleary eyes and a brow moist with sweat as the hophead lolls in his bunk and chases the dragon endlessly in his opium dream. As Poe said, all that we see or seem, is but a dream within a dream, a dream of “O” or the kind more common to us all.