Capitolo 81
roaring parle of bawls, some shake it would scribble on his/her door, "Here
lies you Haul Baba"--as if throwing a look to his/her truthfulness. As it is him to pass
effectively in the gilded silences? As it is him to have a relapse in the
still-world of observation? Four thousand five hundred for month
and Simla him ago, with nothing to do and checks and a place close to
did those make the litter under the swart Dog-star of India? Or it is it to be the
mandrake of pension, that he can sleep out the great opening of _ennui_
between this life and anything better? As solitary the Government of
India would feel! As the world would forget the Government of India!
Bawls would ask:--
Makes ye they still sit there in sleep
In Alpine and gigantic file?
The black poppies out of number
Mentioning with the head dripping from Your eyebrows,
To the red protections of Your wine--
And so kept alive and excellent.
Sometimes I think that Ali Baba should be satisfied with the
forgetfulness-mantle of knighthood and it has a relapse in the dark respectability in
the Avilion of Brompton or Bath; but since he has started to bring
stars the accompanying itch for blood and the fame has come:--
As the doth the avid K.C.B.
You delight to boast himself/herself/themselves and to fight,
And it gathers medals the whole day
Them you/he/she is handed the whole night.
The fear to be out-medalled and out-adorned of stars it stings him/it:--
[Similar ratione ab eodem saepe fear
The Macerat envies, additional quota oculos ilium them polentem,
Aspectari of Illum, claro here incedit honore,
If of Ipsi in tenebris volvi caenoque queruntur
Insereunt partim statuarum et nominis therefore.]
This way the desire of go pushing on the hill to the Temple of the Fame with
the other adorned with stars innkeepers impel him direct. If you mix above with
K.C.B.'s and it raises Your base of the ambition, you are alone where You
it was to the one C of B of Your career. Living on a table-earth you,