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162 pages, Hardcover
Published January 1, 1988
…the sin ye do by two and two ye must pay for one by one!
We need to remember this, in these days of hi-jackers and kidnappers, all of them demanding millions in cash or military hardware for ransom.
R. K. warned again and again about the coming of the First World War in speeches, articles and verses. But no one wanted to know or listen, and all he got for his pains was to be accused of being a ‘war-monger’.
I have always believed that Kipling had a crystal ball in his head and that he foresaw the Second World War: as he had foreseen the first.
This was written at a time when everyone was saying gaily that Hitler wouldn’t dream of starting a war and that he wasn’t doing a bad job putting Germany on her feet, etc, etc, and that this was just the same old Kipling, yelling ‘Fire!’
The word “signal-box” is unpoetical. But the thing signal-box is not unpoetical; it is a place where men, in an agony of vigilance, light blood-red and sea-green fires to keep other men from death.
And the words of his mouth were as slaves spreading carpets of glory
Twelve hundred million men are spread
About this Earth, and I and You
Wonder, when You and I are dead,
‘What will those luckless millions do?’
We had a kettle: we let it leak:
Our not repairing it made it worse.
We haven’t had any tea for a week…
The bottom is out of the Universe!
After me cometh a builder. Tell him, I too have known!
It’s like a book, I think, this bloomin’ world,
Which you can read and care for just so long,
But presently you feel that you will die
Unless you get the page you’re readin’ done,
An’ turn another—likely not so good;
But what you’re after is to turn ‘em all.