Kipling without benefit of clergy. Without Benefit Of Clergy by Rudyard Kipling 2022-10-11
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"Without Benefit of Clergy" is a short story by Rudyard Kipling, first published in 1891. The story is set in India during the British Raj, and it explores the theme of forbidden love between a British officer and a local Indian woman.
The story begins with the narrator, a British officer named Harry, reflecting on his time in India and the fateful encounter that changed his life forever. Harry meets a young Indian woman named Amina, who is a member of the local aristocracy, and the two fall deeply in love. However, their love is forbidden by both society and their respective cultures, and they are forced to keep their relationship a secret.
Despite the challenges they face, Harry and Amina are determined to be together and they devise a plan to elope. They make the risky decision to leave India and start a new life together in England, where their relationship will not be looked down upon.
As they make their escape, Harry and Amina are confronted by the harsh realities of their situation. They are forced to confront the dangers of the unknown and the prejudice of a society that will not accept their love. Despite the challenges they face, they remain devoted to each other and determined to make their relationship work.
In the end, Harry and Amina's love proves to be stronger than the obstacles that stand in their way. They are able to overcome the challenges they face and find happiness together, even "without benefit of clergy," meaning without the support of traditional marriage or the Church.
Overall, "Without Benefit of Clergy" is a powerful and poignant love story that explores themes of forbidden love, cultural differences, and the struggle for acceptance. It is a poignant reminder that love knows no bounds and can conquer even the most difficult of circumstances.
Rudyard Kipling's Without Benefit of Clergy
The Lost Blend The Slave Ships The Last Lesson The Whale Tooth A Vine on a House To Repel Boarders The Hunters of Men Cassandra Southwick The Boarded Window Mr. Oh, that I had married a man of mine own people--though he beat me--and had never eaten the bread of an alien! There were gaps among the English, but the gaps were filled. And here, this summer thou mayest die--ai, janee, die! He was not, however, alive to this kindness of the gods. Holden went to his bungalow and began to understand that he was not alone in the world, and also that he was afraid for the sake of another--which is the most soul-satisfying fear known to man. Joseph Rudyard Kipling was a journalist, short-story writer, poet, and novelist. Then with an assumption of great stateliness, 'It is enough. Then came the cholera from all four quarters of the compass.
O Tota, come back to me--come back again, and let us be all together as it was before! What shall I do, sahib? It is so little, so very little, sahib , and I am an old woman. Why didst thou not turn me from worship of thee, then? He is kicking me in the side with mighty kicks. The music of a marriage procession came to the roof above the gentle hum of the city, and a string of flying foxes crossed the face of the low moon. Only a penny a pound, baba--only. One hot evening, while he sat on the roof between his father and mother watching the never-ending warfare of the kites that the city boys flew, he demanded a kite of his own with Pir Khan to fly it, because he had a fear of dealing with anything larger than himself, and when Holden called him a 'spark,' he rose to his feet and answered slowly in defence of his new-found individuality, 'Hum'park nahin hai. There is my mother here, and no harm will come to me--unless indeed I die of pure joy.
Those were months of absolute happiness to Holden and Ameera--happiness withdrawn from the world, shut in behind the wooden gate that Pir Khan guarded. In the old days, before the child was born, I did not think of these things; but now I think of them always. I am thy servant, and the servant of thy son. Then Tota took the beasts into his councils--the well-bullocks, the little gray squirrels, the mongoose that lived in a hole near the well, and especially Mian Mittu, the parrot, whose tail he grievously pulled, and Mian Mittu screamed till Ameera and Holden arrived. But in thy very death thou wilt be taken away to a strange place and a paradise that I do not know.
Who should know better than I? It's an ill-wind that blows no good. Sulphur fires blazed in the streets; the conches in the Hindu temples screamed and bellowed, for the gods were inattentive in those days. His horse neighed in the gateway, and he heard a shrill little wail that sent all the blood into the apple of his throat. Did I, or did I not? They sat down by the low white parapet of the roof, overlooking the city and its lights. And I would not have it otherwise. He was considering what his pain would be if he could not see her for three months, or if she died out of his sight. Due to its age, it may contain imperfections such as marks, notations, marginalia and flawed pages.
But what's this about cholera? Only a penny a pound, baba, only a penny a pound. You needn't laugh, you fellows. Then came the tears, and the piteous rebellion against fate till she slept, moaning a little in her sleep, with the right arm thrown clear of the body as though it protected something that was not there. I have long desired--" "That the bed is left here untouched for my disposal. I really started to fell for the main character, Holden, as tragedy after tragedy happens.
Ameera was being thrust out of life as though the Angel of Death had himself put his hand upon her. Though this short story has themes of not mixing with other cultures because of the time period it was written, I have to say I enjoyed this story, besides the themes it presents. He began to realize that there was someone else in the world, but he could not feel that it was a veritable son with a soul. Sit by my side here--so. They touched happiness again, but this time with caution. Holden could only wait and suffer.
Without benefit of clergy : Kipling, Rudyard, 1865
She is nursing herself into death. Because we believe this work is culturally important, we have made it available as part of our commitment for protecting, preserving, and promoting the world's literature in affordable, high quality, modern editions that are true to the original work. And yet it holds my heart between its lips. He carries thy very eyes. Concerning the bed, I will bring that to thy house yonder in the morning; but remember,.
The death has driven me mad. I am glad all the bold mem-log are gone. Go thou to thy work and think no troublesome thoughts. I shall be an old woman at that age, and--Those mem-log remain young for ever. The heavens sent down eight inches of rain in that night and washed the earth clean.
