by David Page)
|notes on the text|
So if the boys don’t fall for you,Kipling used the word, almost in this sense, in his 1904 story “Mrs Bathurst”, collected in Traffics and Discoveries, but first published in the Windsor Magazine and Metropolitan of September 1904:
There’s just no hope at all for you.
Give up and quit,
You’ll never hit,
If you have not got IT!
‘So can I—an’ I’ve only been to Auckland twice—how she stood an’ what she was sayin’ an’ what she looked like. That’s the secret. ’Tisn’t beauty, so to speak, nor good talk necessarily. It’s just It. Some women ’ll stay in a man’s memory if they once walk down a street, but most of ’em you can live with a month on end, an’ next commission you’d be put to it to certify whether they talked in their sleep or not, as one might say.’Clara Bow was not even born at this point in time.
. . . Thys mene whyle the pylgryms ly,The story
And have theyr bowlys fast theym by,
And cry aftyr hote maluesy,
Thow helpe for to restore.
And some wold have a saltyd tost,
Ffor they myght ete neyther sode ne rost;
A man myght sone pay for theyr cost,
As for oo day or twayne. . . .
[Source: Manuscript in the Library of Trinity College, Cambridge, England, reference MS R.3.19. f208]
‘When you are in the China Seas be careful to keep all your flannel-wear to hand. In an hour the steamer swung from tropical heat (including prickly) to a cold raw fog, as wet as a Scotch mist. Morning gave us a new world—somewhere between Heaven and Earth. The sea was smoked glass...