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A Diversity of Creatures
Juxtaposing stories and poems, introducing futuristic sky-travellers, Sussex peasants and would-be-Bloomsbury poseurs, this volume displays Kipling as a connoisseur of variety of life and art.
368 pages, Paperback
First published January 1, 1941
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Rudyard Kipling
7,240 books3,700 followersJoseph Rudyard Kipling was a journalist, short-story writer, poet, and novelist.
Kipling's works of fiction include The Jungle Book (1894), Kim (1901), and many short stories, including The Man Who Would Be King (1888). His poems include Mandalay (1890), Gunga Din (1890), The Gods of the Copybook Headings (1919), The White Man's Burden (1899), and If— (1910). He is regarded as a major innovator in the art of the short story; his children's books are classics of children's literature; and one critic described his work as exhibiting "a versatile and luminous narrative gift".
Kipling was one of the most popular writers in the United Kingdom, in both prose and verse, in the late 19th and early 20th centuries. Henry James said: "Kipling strikes me personally as the most complete man of genius (as distinct from fine intelligence) that I have ever known." In 1907, at the age of 41, he was awarded the Nobel Prize in Literature, making him the first English-language writer to receive the prize, and its youngest recipient to date. He was also sounded out for the British Poet Laureateship and on several occasions for a knighthood, both of which he declined.
Awarded the Nobel Prize in Literature in 1907 "in consideration of the power of observation, originality of imagination, virility of ideas and remarkable talent for narration which characterize the creations of this world-famous author."
Kipling kept writing until the early 1930s, but at a slower pace and with much less success than before. On the night of 12 January 1936, Kipling suffered a haemorrhage in his small intestine. He underwent surgery, but died less than a week later on 18 January 1936 at the age of 70 of a perforated duodenal ulcer. Kipling's death had in fact previously been incorrectly announced in a magazine, to which he wrote, "I've just read that I am dead. Don't forget to delete me from your list of subscribers."
Kipling's works of fiction include The Jungle Book (1894), Kim (1901), and many short stories, including The Man Who Would Be King (1888). His poems include Mandalay (1890), Gunga Din (1890), The Gods of the Copybook Headings (1919), The White Man's Burden (1899), and If— (1910). He is regarded as a major innovator in the art of the short story; his children's books are classics of children's literature; and one critic described his work as exhibiting "a versatile and luminous narrative gift".
Kipling was one of the most popular writers in the United Kingdom, in both prose and verse, in the late 19th and early 20th centuries. Henry James said: "Kipling strikes me personally as the most complete man of genius (as distinct from fine intelligence) that I have ever known." In 1907, at the age of 41, he was awarded the Nobel Prize in Literature, making him the first English-language writer to receive the prize, and its youngest recipient to date. He was also sounded out for the British Poet Laureateship and on several occasions for a knighthood, both of which he declined.
Awarded the Nobel Prize in Literature in 1907 "in consideration of the power of observation, originality of imagination, virility of ideas and remarkable talent for narration which characterize the creations of this world-famous author."
Kipling kept writing until the early 1930s, but at a slower pace and with much less success than before. On the night of 12 January 1936, Kipling suffered a haemorrhage in his small intestine. He underwent surgery, but died less than a week later on 18 January 1936 at the age of 70 of a perforated duodenal ulcer. Kipling's death had in fact previously been incorrectly announced in a magazine, to which he wrote, "I've just read that I am dead. Don't forget to delete me from your list of subscribers."
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July 23, 2022
This is a more varied collection in subject matter and tone than I had remembered from my first reading of it over 30 years ago. The writing is superb throughout; Kipling was a master craftsman and his prose is always a pleasure to read; the stories themselves I found more variable in quality.
Some common and deep-rooted Kipling themes are here, most notably insult revenged (e.g. The Honours of War and The Village That Voted The Earth Was Flat), and the ways of the English countryside “correcting” wayward thinking through their noble folk and ancient pursuits as in Friendly Brook and My Son’s Wife. Sometimes such correction is startlingly brutal and the pursuits include things like hunting, all of which may jar on the modern reader. So will the casual racism (the n-word is used twice in the book) and the anti-Semitism of the time, although these occur rarely and are no more than a reflection of contemporary attitudes; I think in this case they just need to be taken on the chin and accepted as historical fact, however unpleasant. Kipling also shows his deep respect for both Sikh soldiers and those whose families have worked the land for generations (in In The Presence and the poem The Land respectively) and a sympathy for addiction and mental illness in a couple of stories, which is at odds with the stiff-upper-lip atmosphere in which he grew up and which still prevailed.
Some stories are less good, I think. Regulus is a school story which could have been included in Stalky & Co, but doesn’t have the readability of those stories (and includes a long, long passage about translating Virgil in class which means little to most current readers, including me) and the opener, As Easy As A.B.C. is a sci-fi story investigating the meaning of freedom which didn’t really work for me. The closing two tales about the War during which they were written are both rather odd; Swept And Garnished features the ghosts of dead children, an over-sentimental aspect of Kipling I’ve never liked much, and Mary Postgate is a thoroughly ambiguous tale - but a very haunting one. I am still unsure about several aspects of it, but it has stayed with me over decades and it gripped and disturbed me all over again this time.
So...a bit of a mixed bag, but well worth reading is my overall verdict. I would also suggest that if you find you don’t like a story, just leave it and go on to the next; you don’t have to like everything, but I think there’s plenty here to enjoy.
Some common and deep-rooted Kipling themes are here, most notably insult revenged (e.g. The Honours of War and The Village That Voted The Earth Was Flat), and the ways of the English countryside “correcting” wayward thinking through their noble folk and ancient pursuits as in Friendly Brook and My Son’s Wife. Sometimes such correction is startlingly brutal and the pursuits include things like hunting, all of which may jar on the modern reader. So will the casual racism (the n-word is used twice in the book) and the anti-Semitism of the time, although these occur rarely and are no more than a reflection of contemporary attitudes; I think in this case they just need to be taken on the chin and accepted as historical fact, however unpleasant. Kipling also shows his deep respect for both Sikh soldiers and those whose families have worked the land for generations (in In The Presence and the poem The Land respectively) and a sympathy for addiction and mental illness in a couple of stories, which is at odds with the stiff-upper-lip atmosphere in which he grew up and which still prevailed.
Some stories are less good, I think. Regulus is a school story which could have been included in Stalky & Co, but doesn’t have the readability of those stories (and includes a long, long passage about translating Virgil in class which means little to most current readers, including me) and the opener, As Easy As A.B.C. is a sci-fi story investigating the meaning of freedom which didn’t really work for me. The closing two tales about the War during which they were written are both rather odd; Swept And Garnished features the ghosts of dead children, an over-sentimental aspect of Kipling I’ve never liked much, and Mary Postgate is a thoroughly ambiguous tale - but a very haunting one. I am still unsure about several aspects of it, but it has stayed with me over decades and it gripped and disturbed me all over again this time.
So...a bit of a mixed bag, but well worth reading is my overall verdict. I would also suggest that if you find you don’t like a story, just leave it and go on to the next; you don’t have to like everything, but I think there’s plenty here to enjoy.
July 14, 2022
This is something of a mixed bag of short stories, many of which seem to have been touched on in other collections, so they can be a little confusing if you haven't read the previous work. The stories vary from futuristic glimpses of a future, where 'news sheets,' don't exist, to those influenced by psychoanalysis, to Stalky & Co tales of pranks and mischief making. There are nationalistic stories obviously influenced by, and written during, WWI. However, my favourites were those about human nature, which never changes.
I particularly liked, 'Friendly Brook,' about family ties and blackmail, 'My Son's Wife,' which has a man moving from an indulgent life in London to a country house he inherits and, of course, discovering that country life is for him and, 'The Village that Voted the Earth was Flat,' which was one of the prank stories, but very well done. Overall, I am pleased that I gave them a try and it has made me keen to read more of Kipling's lesser known work.
I particularly liked, 'Friendly Brook,' about family ties and blackmail, 'My Son's Wife,' which has a man moving from an indulgent life in London to a country house he inherits and, of course, discovering that country life is for him and, 'The Village that Voted the Earth was Flat,' which was one of the prank stories, but very well done. Overall, I am pleased that I gave them a try and it has made me keen to read more of Kipling's lesser known work.
June 16, 2020
Madre del amor hermoso, qué peñazo.
Pero Rudyard, con lo que tú has sido, y más aún a estas alturas de la vida, con tu premio Nóbel ya en el bolsillo, ¿cómo te descuelgas con semejante bodrio de...
Ah, que no me oye. Que lleva muerto una pila de años. Sí, sí, es verdad, ahora que lo decís...
Pues igualmente. Parece mentira. Está muy bien escrito, porque el señor sabía escribir un rato largo, pero es sorprendente su capacidad para no contar nada. Que, bueno, algo cuenta, claro, algo tiene que contar en tantas páginas... Pero casi todos los relatos son anecdóticos. Una gente anda por ahí (casi todos ingleses de clase media alta) y les pasa algo que es bastante trivial, y aquí el amigo te lo cuenta durante treinta páginas con gran precisión y riqueza de diálogos, y cuando terminas, dices: ... pero... ¿qué coño he leído?
Miras otra vez la portada y dices: ... pero si no es un periódico local de sucesos de 1910, o por lo menos eso pone aquí, que es un libro de relatos de Kipling, ¿por qué acabo de leer lo que coño fuera que me acabo de leer?
Resumen general de la recopilación: que por esta época el tito Rudyard se aburría mogollón, y como cuando se aburría, escribía, y de lo que escribía nadie le tosía nada porque era el puto premio Nóbel de literatura más joven de la historia (y lo que te rondaré, morena), pues venga, a pasarse los días escribiendo (que, bueno, eso bien) y luego a publicárselo todo talque porque sí (que, spoiler: sale regulero).
¡Pudiendo haberse pasado los días drogándose! ¡Que estaban el opio y la heroína que hacían furor! Pues nada, a escribir tostones para los incautos lectores del futuro.
Disclaimer MUY sorprendente: hay un par de relatos, y uno sobre todo, que son FE NO ME NA LES. Pero que de campeón entre los champions de todos los premios Nóbeles o Nobeles o como se diga.
Ahí vuelves a mirar la portada y dices: ... coño, pero si es el mismo libro bodrio requeteplasta de antes, ¿a cuento de qué, aquí en medio, este derroche de genialidad? Tito Rudyard, ¿POR QUÉ? ¿Y cómo? ¿Y por qué nos odias? ¿Y con qué te drogabas? Fuera lo que fuera, una cosa está clara: era demasiado, o demasiado poco. Porque, de verdad te lo digo, es que no hay por dónde coger est...
Coñe, perdón, es verdad, que ya está muerto, si ya me lo habíais dicho antes... Bueno, en fin, pues eso.
Pero Rudyard, con lo que tú has sido, y más aún a estas alturas de la vida, con tu premio Nóbel ya en el bolsillo, ¿cómo te descuelgas con semejante bodrio de...
Ah, que no me oye. Que lleva muerto una pila de años. Sí, sí, es verdad, ahora que lo decís...
Pues igualmente. Parece mentira. Está muy bien escrito, porque el señor sabía escribir un rato largo, pero es sorprendente su capacidad para no contar nada. Que, bueno, algo cuenta, claro, algo tiene que contar en tantas páginas... Pero casi todos los relatos son anecdóticos. Una gente anda por ahí (casi todos ingleses de clase media alta) y les pasa algo que es bastante trivial, y aquí el amigo te lo cuenta durante treinta páginas con gran precisión y riqueza de diálogos, y cuando terminas, dices: ... pero... ¿qué coño he leído?
Miras otra vez la portada y dices: ... pero si no es un periódico local de sucesos de 1910, o por lo menos eso pone aquí, que es un libro de relatos de Kipling, ¿por qué acabo de leer lo que coño fuera que me acabo de leer?
Resumen general de la recopilación: que por esta época el tito Rudyard se aburría mogollón, y como cuando se aburría, escribía, y de lo que escribía nadie le tosía nada porque era el puto premio Nóbel de literatura más joven de la historia (y lo que te rondaré, morena), pues venga, a pasarse los días escribiendo (que, bueno, eso bien) y luego a publicárselo todo talque porque sí (que, spoiler: sale regulero).
¡Pudiendo haberse pasado los días drogándose! ¡Que estaban el opio y la heroína que hacían furor! Pues nada, a escribir tostones para los incautos lectores del futuro.
Disclaimer MUY sorprendente: hay un par de relatos, y uno sobre todo, que son FE NO ME NA LES. Pero que de campeón entre los champions de todos los premios Nóbeles o Nobeles o como se diga.
Ahí vuelves a mirar la portada y dices: ... coño, pero si es el mismo libro bodrio requeteplasta de antes, ¿a cuento de qué, aquí en medio, este derroche de genialidad? Tito Rudyard, ¿POR QUÉ? ¿Y cómo? ¿Y por qué nos odias? ¿Y con qué te drogabas? Fuera lo que fuera, una cosa está clara: era demasiado, o demasiado poco. Porque, de verdad te lo digo, es que no hay por dónde coger est...
Coñe, perdón, es verdad, que ya está muerto, si ya me lo habíais dicho antes... Bueno, en fin, pues eso.
December 1, 2017
The most obvious recurring theme in the collection is revenge, and not always in a good way.
A collection of kiplings strangest tales with almost every one accompanied by a linked poem.
A collection of kiplings strangest tales with almost every one accompanied by a linked poem.
June 30, 2018
Reading Kipling’s short stories is always for me an occluded glimpse into a far time. This collection is more so than others, however. Much of it is very hard to understand, and I expect I often failed.
It starts out with a story from what I think is the same world of The Night Mail. But it’s one in which the ruling technocrats of the Aerial Board of Control has very clearly been corrupted by their power.
Also stories about the maturing effect of land ownership. And a very funny story about a stuffed-up reformer letting loose a cloud of bees upon a small village.
And in the “female of the species is more dangerous than the male” genre, taking place during World War I there is a scene of tragi-comic relief in which one woman is trying to see the bright side of a young airman’s death, and another only the dark side of it. The airman’s parents had died while he was quite young, over a decade past, and the grieving Mary Postgate says that at least he’ll be with his parents again.
As is often (possibly always) the case with Kipling’s stories, each is followed by an illuminating poem.
It starts out with a story from what I think is the same world of The Night Mail. But it’s one in which the ruling technocrats of the Aerial Board of Control has very clearly been corrupted by their power.
Transportation is Civilisation. Democracy is Disease.
Also stories about the maturing effect of land ownership. And a very funny story about a stuffed-up reformer letting loose a cloud of bees upon a small village.
Obviously, since her one practical joke costs her her life, the bee can have but small sense of humour; but her fundamentally dismal and ungracious outlook on life impressed me beyond words.
And in the “female of the species is more dangerous than the male” genre, taking place during World War I there is a scene of tragi-comic relief in which one woman is trying to see the bright side of a young airman’s death, and another only the dark side of it. The airman’s parents had died while he was quite young, over a decade past, and the grieving Mary Postgate says that at least he’ll be with his parents again.
'I've thought of that too,' wailed Mrs. Grant; 'but then he'll be practically a stranger to them. Quite embarrassing!'
As is often (possibly always) the case with Kipling’s stories, each is followed by an illuminating poem.
February 8, 2015
A collection of Kipling’s strangest tales with almost every one accompanied by a linked poem. As an SF fan I am of course delighted that the very first tale in the collection is science fiction “As Easy as A.B.C.” the sequel to his “With the Night Mail” It also includes a depiction of hatred on the home front in “Mary Postgate” and contrasting humour in an extended revenge prank aimed at a whole town “The Village that Voted the Earth was Flat”. One exceedingly mad tale made no sense the first three times I read it but became much (but not entirely) clearer when I discovered that the key unwritten word was witchcraft. However I will not give the title of that story so I don’t entirely spoil it
April 11, 2018
Of Miss Mary Postgate, Lady McCausland wrote that she was 'thoroughly conscientious, tidy, companionable, and ladylike. I am very sorry to part with her, and shall always be interested in her welfare.'
Miss Fowler engaged her on this recommendation, and to her surprise, for she had had experience of companions, found that it was true.
Published in 1917, this book contains both poems and short stories, with the poems often based on the same subject matter as the preceding story. It starts with a single science fiction story and there is also a ghost story, but most of the other stories are about either army life in general and World War I in particular, or life in the British countryside. Two of the stories are linked to Kipling's novel Stalky and Co. which I read as a teenager but remember noting about; Regulus is a school story while the other is about young army officers getting into trouble for 'ragging' each other.
More than one of the rural stories features flooding, including the 1914 story "Friendly Brook", and it's interesting that over 100 years ago people already knew that tarmac changed the way that the land drains and can cause flooding.
'The brook's got up a piece since morning,' said Jabez. 'Sounds like's if she was over Wickenden's door-stones.'
Jesse listened, too. There was a growl in the brook's roar as though she worried something hard.
'Yes. She's over Wickenden's door-stones,' he replied. 'Now she'll flood acrost Alder Bay an' that'll ease her.'
'She won't ease Jim Wickenden's hay none if she do,' Jabez grunted. 'I told Jim he'd set that liddle hay-stack o' his too low down in the medder. I told him so when he was drawin' the bottom for it.'
'I told him so, too,' said Jesse. 'I told him 'fore ever you did. I told him when the County Council tarred the roads up along.' He pointed up-hill, where unseen automobiles and road-engines droned past continually. 'A tarred road, she shoots every drop o' water into a valley same's a slate roof. 'Tisn't as 'twas in the old days, when the waters soaked in and soaked out in the way o' nature. It rooshes off they tarred roads all of a lump, and naturally every drop is bound to descend into the valley. And there's tar roads both two sides this valley for ten mile. That's what I told Jim Wickenden when they tarred the roads last year. But he's a valley-man. He don't hardly ever journey up-hill.'
This is a really diverse collection, and the only story I found hard-going was "The Horse Marines" which is an explanation of why a man's car is given 2 new tyres after his chauffeur gives a lift to some soldiers and they get embroiled in army manoeuvres on Salisbury Plain. Maybe there was just too must early 20th century British army slang for me to cope with.
Miss Fowler engaged her on this recommendation, and to her surprise, for she had had experience of companions, found that it was true.
Published in 1917, this book contains both poems and short stories, with the poems often based on the same subject matter as the preceding story. It starts with a single science fiction story and there is also a ghost story, but most of the other stories are about either army life in general and World War I in particular, or life in the British countryside. Two of the stories are linked to Kipling's novel Stalky and Co. which I read as a teenager but remember noting about; Regulus is a school story while the other is about young army officers getting into trouble for 'ragging' each other.
More than one of the rural stories features flooding, including the 1914 story "Friendly Brook", and it's interesting that over 100 years ago people already knew that tarmac changed the way that the land drains and can cause flooding.
'The brook's got up a piece since morning,' said Jabez. 'Sounds like's if she was over Wickenden's door-stones.'
Jesse listened, too. There was a growl in the brook's roar as though she worried something hard.
'Yes. She's over Wickenden's door-stones,' he replied. 'Now she'll flood acrost Alder Bay an' that'll ease her.'
'She won't ease Jim Wickenden's hay none if she do,' Jabez grunted. 'I told Jim he'd set that liddle hay-stack o' his too low down in the medder. I told him so when he was drawin' the bottom for it.'
'I told him so, too,' said Jesse. 'I told him 'fore ever you did. I told him when the County Council tarred the roads up along.' He pointed up-hill, where unseen automobiles and road-engines droned past continually. 'A tarred road, she shoots every drop o' water into a valley same's a slate roof. 'Tisn't as 'twas in the old days, when the waters soaked in and soaked out in the way o' nature. It rooshes off they tarred roads all of a lump, and naturally every drop is bound to descend into the valley. And there's tar roads both two sides this valley for ten mile. That's what I told Jim Wickenden when they tarred the roads last year. But he's a valley-man. He don't hardly ever journey up-hill.'
This is a really diverse collection, and the only story I found hard-going was "The Horse Marines" which is an explanation of why a man's car is given 2 new tyres after his chauffeur gives a lift to some soldiers and they get embroiled in army manoeuvres on Salisbury Plain. Maybe there was just too must early 20th century British army slang for me to cope with.
July 21, 2022
As with all books of short stories, some of these I thought were good, and some not so good. The first story, I admit I was at a complete loss, However as we have just been through a pandemic, the fact that people did not like crowds, quite plausible. Reading on I found others such as two drug addicts helping each other, to be engaging. The Dog Hervey... Was he real? I found the theme throughout most of the tales seemed to that of revenge. I have read other books by Kipling, although mostly the ones aimed at children. Having been a Scout Leader for over 15 years, I know the Jungle Book very well, but I will now get around to some of his others, although I must read the follow up to Puck of Pook's Hill.
January 17, 2023
I don't think I got all what he was trying to tell but oh well
August 4, 2024
"When he took breath I realized how only Satan can rebuke sin. The good don't know enough."
November 6, 2017
Kipling in (mostly) comedic mode with short stories bookended by poems mirroring the same themes.
Though diverse in character as the title suggests, most of these stories are affectionate satires involving the social strata he was part of and knew best - the public school educated officer class. All of these were very funny and made me wonder once again at how these overgrown boys ever managed to run an empire raised on a diet of Latin verbs and spanked bottoms.
'The Honours of War' was an amusing tale of 'ragging' in which Kipling seems to thoroughly commend the practice; 'Regulus' doffs the cap to caning; while 'The Horse Marines' was an elaborate soldiers practical joke involving a rocking-horse and some fireworks.
'The Village that Voted the Earth was Flat' maybe amongst the funniest stories I have ever read, an Ealing comedy from an earlier generation in which a journalist, an MP, and a music hall impressario take revenge on an entire town and the corrupt magistrate who conned them.
As for the diversity, the opening 'As Easy as A.B.C.' was a science fiction story which managed to be interesting, pessimistic, and silly all at the same time. In a future ruled by technocrats the Aërial Board of Control take the place of governments, privacy and prosperity are enjoyed by all while crowds, orators and democracy in general are anathema. When a group of dissidents in Ohio start talking about "popular government" the A.B.C. intervenes with crushing effectiveness, the troublemakers are rounded up, the whole population subjected to powerful blasts of radio waves and being called "You stchewpids!" by an Italian official.
The last two stories don't just skirt around the war, they tackled its civilian side-effects head-on and proved to be the vinegar on the chips. 'Swept and Garnished' sees a Berlin fraulein visited by the dead French children in her sick bed. 'Mary Postgate' examines the emotional reaction of a faithful, unimaginative servant to the death of her employer's nephew. Both stories were queitley devastating.
Of the rest a special mention goes out to 'Friendly Brook,' which was something very different again, a colloquial country yarn about a Barnardo child whose drunken father reappears to claim her.
I have always found Kipling's poems to be jerky, inelegant things, stirring and enjoyable for all that. They all have something to say with force and wit.
Quality Kipling.
Though diverse in character as the title suggests, most of these stories are affectionate satires involving the social strata he was part of and knew best - the public school educated officer class. All of these were very funny and made me wonder once again at how these overgrown boys ever managed to run an empire raised on a diet of Latin verbs and spanked bottoms.
'The Honours of War' was an amusing tale of 'ragging' in which Kipling seems to thoroughly commend the practice; 'Regulus' doffs the cap to caning; while 'The Horse Marines' was an elaborate soldiers practical joke involving a rocking-horse and some fireworks.
'The Village that Voted the Earth was Flat' maybe amongst the funniest stories I have ever read, an Ealing comedy from an earlier generation in which a journalist, an MP, and a music hall impressario take revenge on an entire town and the corrupt magistrate who conned them.
As for the diversity, the opening 'As Easy as A.B.C.' was a science fiction story which managed to be interesting, pessimistic, and silly all at the same time. In a future ruled by technocrats the Aërial Board of Control take the place of governments, privacy and prosperity are enjoyed by all while crowds, orators and democracy in general are anathema. When a group of dissidents in Ohio start talking about "popular government" the A.B.C. intervenes with crushing effectiveness, the troublemakers are rounded up, the whole population subjected to powerful blasts of radio waves and being called "You stchewpids!" by an Italian official.
The last two stories don't just skirt around the war, they tackled its civilian side-effects head-on and proved to be the vinegar on the chips. 'Swept and Garnished' sees a Berlin fraulein visited by the dead French children in her sick bed. 'Mary Postgate' examines the emotional reaction of a faithful, unimaginative servant to the death of her employer's nephew. Both stories were queitley devastating.
Of the rest a special mention goes out to 'Friendly Brook,' which was something very different again, a colloquial country yarn about a Barnardo child whose drunken father reappears to claim her.
I have always found Kipling's poems to be jerky, inelegant things, stirring and enjoyable for all that. They all have something to say with force and wit.
Quality Kipling.
September 18, 2011
eclectic collection of kipling's short stories
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