"You stay where you belong. I'll do the sacred bull business around this neck of the woods"
There are scores of sacred bulls in Calcutta. They have their special stamping ground. Let one bull poach on another one's preserve and there is a bullfight then and there. Not a Spanish "bullfight"—seven or eight trained athletes against one bull, with death for the bull a foregone conclusion—but a real, genuine, interesting bullfight, with the victor's tail in the air.
And it's a dull person who can't understand that that bull is saying to the vanquished one: "You stay where you belong. I'll do the sacred bull business around this neck of the woods."
XXVI
THE GUIDE WHO WOULDN'T SIT IN "MASTER'S" PRESENCE
I call him Lal.
The rest of his name is too long for week-day use. He is my interpreter, my guide, my servant, my counselor, and my friend.
I have hired him for a two weeks' trip across India. He is considerable of an erudite gentleman—speaks several languages.