Kindle Notes & Highlights
Kautilya’s mind, always given to computation, had estimated the total timber, the number of planks, nails, workmen, wastage, labour, and cartage, during his geriatric climb up those many steps.
When Chandragupta went to battle, all he needed were two things. ‘My sword and my arse. The one to kill, the other to shit. Yama can have the rest.’
What a thing war is. As if it were a literal living thing, a gigantic beast shambling out from its dark subterranean cavern, rarely glimpsed, forever feared.
