Bits and pieces from novel full of bits and pieces:
"It was a dam' fine day: and the atmosphere, warm champagne sun, oh, glory!
The earth was blotto with the growth of willow, peach, mango-blossom, and flower. Every ugly thing, and smell, was in incognito, as fragrance and freshness.
Being prone, this typical sprint-time dash and vivacity, played an exulting phantasmagoria note on the inner-man. Medically speaking, the happy circumstances vibrated my ductless glands, and fused into me a wibble-wobble Whoa, Jamieson! fillip-and-flair to live, live!"
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"The yonder hill-peaks of the Himalaya were tranquil.
The pines and poplars were still: their scent, too, asleep.
Came wafting from afar, the hushed murmur of a brook.
Above, a star was shining: its asterisk lustre excelling the Koh-i-noor's: by the grace of Allah, surpassing in vividity the stone, which, the Occidental mortal, on mijn beste Hoogeachte Herr Jacobus Jonker, once un-earthed."
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"In my copper begging-bowl, there is a steely blade of curved light, an illumed scimitar, silver, brilliantly glossed, and it is reflecting the scene.
The scene in the miniature is mostly grey and green, and there is still some color in the shadows.
I look at it: fascinated, lulled...
Then, I see the slate-colored hedges on the bank of the river. They are calm, one with the mass of the surrounding shapes and forms.
Silhouetted against the star-lit sky, the forest is still, blended into the yonder sable hills.
Not a thing separated from another.
Everything is in a universal embrace: truly. a slumber of love!"
- G. V. Desani, All About H. Hatterr
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