Here are the quotations for next week (May 12th to 18th):
1. ...Morning brought the penetrating chill of the Northern December, the
layers of woodsmoke, the dusty gray blue of the tamarisks, the domes of
ruined tombs, and all the smell of the white Northern plains . The South of
pagodas and palm trees, the over-populated Hindu South, was done with.
2. .The green growths in the sides of the ravines burned up to broken wires
and curled films of dead stuff; the hidden pools sank down and caked over,
keeping the last least footmark on their edges as if it had been cast in
iron; the juicy-stemmed creepers fell away from the trees they clung to and
died at their feet. and the moss peeled off the rocks . till they were as
bare and hot as the quivering blue boulders in the bed of the stream.
3. .It was a pitchy black night, as stifling as a June night can be, and the
loo, the red-hot wind from the westward, was booming among the tinder-dry
trees and pretending that the rain was on its heels. Now and again a spot of
almost boiling water would fall on the dust with the flop of a frog, but all
our weary world knew that was only pretence.
The sources of this week's quotations (May 5th to 11th), as several people
have pointed out, are as follows:
1. (. '.the whole country was humming with dacoits....') This is from 'A
Conference of the Powers' in 'Many Inventions'.
2. ('. ...'I will therefore stay among you till I see that Smallpox is
conquered...') This is from 'The Tomb of his Ancestors' in 'The Day's Work'.
3. ('...It had been the merest nervous flick of an exasperated boy, but
quite enough to forfeit his commission...') This is from 'His Private
Honour' in 'Many Inventions'.
Good wishes to all, John R
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