Day 788

Who am I to fear the bite of the malarial mosquito? I run barefoot through the cobra-ridden forest. I bathe in the fetid ponds. I am a child among men. A man among children!

Day 785

Here, learning is like the leopard arriving to the egg farm. I am both bountiful and never enough.

Day 784

Who am I to shield my body from the life-giving sun?

Day 779

Upon my body, the sun of the rainy season, like the lachrymose faces of the beautiful children.

Day 774

I care not for shoes. I walk barefoot in the dewy grass at dawn.

Day 771

The German leaves for the city.

Day 767

Does not the night-bird flying overhead see my work among these people? And so also his brother, the day-crow?

Day 765

"Who are you to claim this body?" I said. "I am no one," he said. "It is late," I said, "the moon rises over the village."