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you/he/she cannot believe him/it, we don't have to remember him/it; the other Child expresses the wish
makes to turn on our life and hooks, the toys of Child will pass to the other hands of Child.
All will change; we will change.
Anchor, dear, but he/she returns to me;
Whatever change that the years have beaten,
I don't find a solitary thought yet
That cries against my wish for thee.
YOU HAUL BABA K.C.B.
No XI
THE CHUPRASSIE ROSSO
OR, THE LICTOR[R CORROTTO]
[October 18 th 1879.]
The red chuprassie is our coleopter of Colorado our illness of our potato,
Rule of house, our skeleton of closet to wall the small crack in ours lutes. The
red-dressed again chuprassie is a crab in our Administration. Being rid of
it there is not really some surgical operation that we happily am not able
suffers. It is probable that you extract the Episcopalian one of Bombay, you amputate the Governor
of Madras, puts a seton in the you pay and checks of the
Lieutenant-governor of Bengal, and we should smile.
The red chuprassie is omnipresent; he is in the porch of each
officer's house in India, from the general Governor down; he is
in the portico of every Court of justice, every Treasury, every Public
Office, every National School every National Pharmacy in the
country. He walks behind the Collector; he follows the conservancy
carts; him vague looking for prey on the candidate for job; he hovers him on
the accused and accuser; he frequents the Raja; he infests the contributor.
He brings the Imperial livery; he is to the whole population of India
the exponent of British Rule; he is the mother-in-law of liars the,
tall-priest of usurers and the receiver-general of gifts.
Through this mean that refracts the people of India they see their rules.
The chuprassie paints his/her master in colours deduced by his really black
heart. Every lie that he says, every insinuation out which he throws each
asks ago for him, you/he/she is turned with the name of his/her master. He is the
arc-backbiter of our name in India.