“People who dream when they sleep at night know of aspecial kind of happiness which the world of the day holds not, a placid ecstasy, and ease of heart, that are like honey on the tongue..."
"An African Native Forest is a mysterious region. You ride into the depths of an old tapestry, in places faded and in others darkened with age, but marvelouslyrich in green shades. You cannot see the sky at all in there, but the sunlight plays in many strange ways, falling through the foliage. The grey fungus, like long drooping beards, on the trees, and the creepers hanging down everywhere, give a secretive, recondite air to the Native forest..."
"I was young, and by instinct of self-preservation, I had to collect my energy on something, if I were not to be whirled away with the dust on the farm-roads, or the smoke on the plain. I began in the evenings to write stories…"
"The outline of the mountain was slowly. smoothed and levelled out by the hand of distance."
""If I know a song of Africa,--I thought,--of the Giraffe, and the African new moon lying on her back, of the ploughs in the fields, and the sweaty faces of the coffee-pickers, does Africa know a song of me? Would the air over the plain quiver with a colour that I had had on, or the children invent a game in which my name was, or the full moon throw a shadow over the gravel of the drive that was like me, or would the eagles of Ngong look out for me..."
P.S: Classic! Awe-inspring! The quiet and poetic temperamental light shrouds the pastoral landscape where a graceful and meditative lady engrosses herself in every VISION AND REVERIE, never fail to capture the commonplace glamor INHERENT IN THE PRIMITIVE LAND AND SIMPLE LOCAL FOLK. What a genius! How ingenious the narrative technique! What a kind of inextricable sentiment! Truly fascinating!! Savor this book slowly and peacefully, it will transport you to somewhere beyond the loud crowd, put you at ease and alleviate your unutterable pain for this turbulent and ALIENATED society....