Sublime

No man could be a fool who knew the language so intimately, who moved so gently and silently, and whose eyes were so different from the dull fat eyes of other Sahibs.

“Abide a little and the wind turns.

Injia’s a wild land for a God-fearin’ man.

‘Never speak to a white man till he is fed,’ said Kim, quoting a well-known proverb.

What is a beating when the very head is loose on the shoulders?’

‘Much is gained by forgetting, little brother,’