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26 " Oh, would that
I had died the way the Sikh did! I can not go forward. I shall
not submit to being made to see more clearly than I do. Yet, if
I turn back I am self-confessed coward! Furthermore, how can I
turn back! How shall I reach India, alone, alive? As a corpse I
should no longer interest myself. And if I should succeed in
reaching India, I should despise myself, because you and Jimgrim
treated me as fellow man and yet I failed you. On the other hand,
if I go forward they will teach me the reality of things, of which
already I know much too much! It has been bad enough as failed
B.A. to stick my tongue into my cheek and flatter blind men--
pompous Englishmen and supine Indians--for a living. I have had
to eat dust from the wheels of what the politicians think is
progress; and I have had to be polite when I was patronized by
men whom I should pity if I had the heart to do it! And I could
endure it, Rammy sahib, because I only knew more than was good
for me and not all of it by any means! I do not wish to know more.
If I saw more clearly I should have to join the revolutionaries--
who are worse than those they revolute against! It is already
bad enough to have to toady to the snobs on top. To have to agree
with the snobs underneath, who seek to level all men to a common
meanness since they can not admire any sort of superiority--that
would be living death! I would rather pretend to admire the
Englishman whose snobbery exasperates me, than repeat the lies
of Indians whose only object is to do dishonestly and badly but
much more cleverly what the English do honestly and with all the
stupidity of which they are capable! "

Talbot Mundy , The Devil's Guard

30 " The wonderful thing about Moab is that everything happens in a story-book setting, with illustrations by Maxfield Parrish and Wyeth and Joe Coll, and all the rest of them, whichever way you look.

Imagine a blue sky—so clear-blue and pure that you can see against it the very feathers in the tails of wheeling kites, and know that they are brown, not black. Imagine all the houses, and the shacks between them, and the poles on which the burlap awnings hang, painted on flat canvas and stood up against that infinite blue. Stick some vultures in a row along a roof-top—purplish—bronze they’ll look between the tiles and sky. Add yellow camels, gray horses, striped robes, long rifles, and a searching sun-dried smell. And there you have El-Kerak, from the inside.

From any point along the broken walls or the castle roof you can see for fifty miles over scenery invented by the Master-Artist, with the Jordan like a blue worm in the midst of yellow-and-green hills twiggling into a turquoise sea.

The villains stalk on-stage and off again sublimely aware of their setting. The horses prance, the camels saunter, the very street-dogs compose themselves for a nap in the golden sun, all in perfect harmony with the piece. A woman walking with a stone jar on her head (or, just as likely, a kerosene can) looks as if she had just stepped out of eternity for the sake of the picture. And not all the kings and kaisers, cardinals and courtezans rolled into one great swaggering splurge of majesty could hold a candle to a ragged Bedouin chief on a flea-bitten pony, on the way to a small-town mejlis. "

Talbot Mundy , Jimgrim and Allah's Peace