Something of Myself, For My Friends Known and Unknown
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| dc.contributor.author | Kipling, Rudyard, 1865-1936 |
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| dc.date.created | 1937 |
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| dc.title | Something of Myself, For My Friends Known and Unknown |
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Chapter 1 A Very Young Person 1865–1878 Give me the first six years of a child’s life and you can have the rest. Looking back from this my seventieth year, it seems to me that every card in my working life has been dealt me in such a manner that I had but to play it as it came. Therefore, ascribing all good fortune to Allah the Dispenser of Events, I begin:— My first impression is of daybreak, light and colour and golden and purple fruits at the level of my shoulder. This would be the memory of early morning walks to the Bombay fruit market with my ayah and later with my sister in her perambulator, and of our returns with our purchases piled high on the bows of it. Our ayah was a Portuguese Roman Catholic who would pray — I beside her — at a wayside Cross. Meeta, my Hindu bearer, would sometimes go into little Hindu temples where, being below the age of caste, I held his hand and looked at the dimly-seen, friendly Gods. Our evening walks were by the sea in the shadow of palm-groves whi . . .
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