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Now finding myself without a bungalow, I decided to ask Dutton to take me in. It
was a bold step. I knew that the rest of Jaffha's white population would strongly
disapprove, but I had built up a reputation of being an extremely competent civil
servant and a somewhat formidable "good fellow" whose lapses from convention
or good taste were condoned because, as they said, "of course, he's slightly mad"
— how wrong they were! — so that I felt fairly secure that my career in the "
When I got back in the late afternoon and walked into my room in the bungalow, I
was wearing a pair of white flannel trousers. Three minutes later I looked down
and saw that the trousers half-way up to the knee had turned black. They were
black with fleas and the whole floor of the room was black with thousands of fleas
. I dashed into the compound, tore off the trousers and shouted to my boy to bring
me a clean pair. Then I wandered out on to the beach and stood there in the
One evening, when I was doing this, I arrived at the bungalow before the carts. I
tied my pony to a tree and went off into the jungle north of the bungalow. I had
often seen peafowl in the neighbourhood and I thought I would try to find the big
trees on which they roosted. I moved about rather aimlessly for half an hour and
then decided to go back to the bungalow. I knew exactly how the road and the
tracks ran and that, if I walked due west, I would come out either dead on the
bungalow or ...
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In the feudal society of Ceylon "I felt that there was some depth of happiness rather than pleasure, of satisfaction, . . . which the western world is losing or has lost." (p 158) Judgments such as ... Read full review