Hear And Attend And Listen;

Now India Is A Place Beyond All Others Where One Must Not Take Things Too Seriously—the Midday Sun Always Excepted.

Gardens Are Not Made By Singing 'oh, How Beautiful,' And Sitting In The Shade.

A Black Shadow Dropped Down Into The Circle. It Was Bagheera The Black Panther, Inky Black All Over, But With The Panther Markings Showing Up In Certain Lights Like The Pattern Of Watered Silk. Everybody Knew Bagheera, And Nobody Cared To Cross His Path, For He Was As Cunning As Tabaqui, As Bold As The Wild Buffalo, And As Reckless As The Wounded Elephant. But He Had A Voice As Soft As Wild Honey Dripping From A Tree, And A Skin Softer Than Down.

Fill The Unforgiving Minute With Sixty Seconds Worth Of Distance Run.

Nations Have Passed Away And Left No Traces, And History Gives The Naked Cause Of It - One Single Simple Reason In All Cases; They Fell Because Their Peoples Were Not Fit.