Quote of the week
|...bustling and shouting, the buckling of belts and beating of bullocks and creaking of wheels, lighting of fires and cooking of food, and new sights at every turn of the approving eye. The morning mist swept off on a whorl of silver, the parrots shot away to some distant river in shrieking green hosts: all the well-wheels within earshot went to work. India was awake ...||
This is from Kim.
It describes Kim's relish in the life of the Grand Trunk Road as he journeys along it with the Lama, his holy man.