distressing bozo

We shall have to ask Lhaten for guides and provisions. A book must be completed as ithad been originally planned, finished, rounded, polished. We only seea great opal that never looks the same this time as when we lookedlast time. He must have answered some lyric cry in thehuman heart.  Iwarn you: stay away, if you have any hunger for the life you knew.
He was tall, straight, robed in yak-skin, bearded,neither a Tibetan nor a Rajput.
He recognised that there are no absolute criteria by whichto judge actions. At that he threw himself down on theblankets in abject misery, beating the floor with his fists.
I have given to Chullunder Ghose an order on my bankers that heseems to think not niggardly. Wells moves; it is probablyinevitable; we may even accept it heartily. Then goodby, Rammy sahib, said the babu, rather piteously, doinghis best to sit up and to smile.
But now I putforth the book as it stands, deliberately, without remorse, wellcontent so to do. No one would wish to belittle either kind.
We must avoid theerror of the good simple-minded folk in whose eyes these Arty peopleloom so large.
Not that such inconsistency is a random flux ora shallow opportunism.
As a corpse Ishould no longer interest myself.
It is bringing us a new vision of the universe, but also a new visionof human life. A book must be completed as ithad been originally planned, finished, rounded, polished. So that, after all, there is not onlyvariety, but also unity. Iwarn you: stay away, if you have any hunger for the life you knew. Not that even the technicalphilosopher always cares to make that claim. Yet, however right alongthat line, that is not the only line in which we may move. I call this movement of to-day, as that of the seventeenth century,classico-mathematical.
But it wasalso a book of personal affirmations. If Ramsden sahib wishes to return with me,he shall not.
Aye, aches because the heart has beaten it!
How I wish I had refused to come with you! We must avoid theerror of the good simple-minded folk in whose eyes these Arty peopleloom so large. He sat down and collapsed, laying his head on the rolled sheepskinthat served for pillow. The jackal is the head that whimpers andyelps and guzzles dead stuff that the lion leaves. But I would ratherkeep my eye on Grims back than be neck-and-neck with any otherdozen men I know. For a babu with a wife and children ignorance is thebest condition.
I am waiting in a guest houseand can see our destination from the window.
I will not permit; for I will rather kill myselfthan keep him or Jimgrim from their goal. I told him the plain truth about it: that I had pretended, inorder to get him to talk.