Capitolo 9
what it was "a healthy and excellent supreme Commander." Therefore, a
Supreme commander is not as a poet. But when a supreme Commander
it dies, the spirit of thousand Beethovenses sobs and groans in the air;
roar of dull gun slowly out their heavy pain; you shoot foolish they stutter and
you chat possessedly on his/her grave; and a lifted hat, more void that
you ever ride with the derision of the desperation on his/her coffin.
The evening of Sunday, after tea and catechism, the Board Supremo
you generally meet him for riddles and it loses in the small comfortable mantle-room
parlour to Peterhoff. "Can an army be a tailor makes a supreme Commander?"
he/she wondered once. Otto old heads were scratched and you/they were crossed, but no
answer was found. Any sound was felt rescue the whisper that boils of
champagne declining and flowing in the eight old heads. Out, the wind
him complained through the trees of rhododendron; among, the supreme Commander
peacefully cries. He heard the awkwardness of the situation. [He thought
of Wings Musjid, and he thought to Isandula; he saw him it reflected in
the mirror, and he declared that he abdicated him/it.] An assistant-de-field was standing
to the hiccupping of the door inactively. He was known to have invested his
you carpet currency in the street of Sackville; and he felt in limited honour to say
what the riddle was a few hard on the tailors of army. Then the subject
allowed to fall.
A supreme Commander is the most beautiful article of social
tapestry in India. He sits on a great chair in the sketch-room.
Heads and bodies vertically ripple in to pass him/it. He takes the more old man
woman in to supper; him the bonus with his/her drowsy cackle. He says
"Yes" and "Anybody" to each with drowsy civilization; each is
reconciled. Its stars weakly shine--the sparkling; the innkeeper and hostess
enjoys their light. After supper he settles claret in his venerable
person, and it tells an old history; the smile of society with innocent joy.
He gathers the ladies and it kindly peers at on a beautiful woman; she forgives