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| Rudyard Kipling | This page: | Category: | index pages:
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Where noted, my source for Kipling stories is Kipling: A Selection of His Stories and Poems, by John Beecroft. It lacks copyright information (or even dates) for individual items. It does provide this compilation for the whole collection:
Copyright © 1892, 1893, 1894, 1895, 1896, 1897, 1898, 1899, 1900, 1901, 1902, 1903, 1904, 1905, 1906, 1907, 1908, 1909, 1910, 1911, 1912, 1914, 1919, 1924, 1932 by Rudyard Kipling.
Copyright © 1892, 1893 by Macmillan & Company
Copyright © 1894 by Bacheller, Johnson & Bacheller
Copyright © 1897, 1898, 1905 by The Century Company
Copyright © 1900 by The Curtis Publishing Company
Copyright © 1901 by Caroline Kipling
Copyright © 1904 by Charles Scribner’s Sons
Copyright © 1956 by Elsie Bambridge
| The Phantom ’Rickshaw | |
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| The weather in India is often sultry, and since the tale of bricks is always a fixed quantity, and the only liberty allowed is permission to work overtime and get no thanks, men occasionally break down and become as mixed as the metaphors in this sentence. | |
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| My Own True Ghost Story | |
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| Seeing that a fair proportion of the tragedy of our lives in India acted itself in dâk-bungalows, I wondered that I had met no ghosts. A ghost that would voluntarily hang about a dâk-bungalow would be mad of course; but so many men have died mad in dâk-bungalows that there must be a fair percentage of lunatic ghosts. | |
| Half a dozen jackals went through the compound singing, and a hyena stood afar off and mocked them. A hyena would convince a Sadducee of the Resurrection of the Dead—the worst sort of Dead. [...] It was just the sort of dinner and evening to make a man think of every single one of his past sins, and of all the others that he intended to commit if he lived. | |
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“I only don’t like being laughed at about them. It hurts; and when one can’t I was silent reviewing that inexhaustible matter—the more than inherited (since it is also carefully taught) brutality of the Christian peoples [...] It led me a long distance into myself. | |
| “A man who laughs at a child—unless the child is laughing too—is a heathen!” | Topic: |
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I waited in a still, nut-brown hall, pleasant with late flowers and warmed with a delicious wood fire—a place of good influence and great peace. (Men and women may sometimes, after great effort, achieve a creditable lie; but the house, which is their temple, cannot say anything save the truth of those who have lived in it.) | |
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| The House Surgeon | |
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| Now as soon as the lovely day was broken, I fell into the most terrible of all dreams—that joyous one in which all past evil has not only been wiped out of our lives, but has never been committed; and in the very bliss of our assured innocence, before our loves shriek and change countenance, we wake to the day we have earned. | Topic: |
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