Martin said that he wouldn’t for the world have folks ask him if he had visited the Lakes of Killarney, and have to say no.
And I believe that thought kep’ him up through all the long day’s journey and the two nights and one day we spent there.
I don’t believe he had any deeper feelin’s and more riz up ones when he looked at them three beautiful lakes, with the mountains a-standin’ up all round ’em with bare heads.
Yes, you’d think them old mountains had took their green caps off and wuz lookin’ down on ’em with deep reverence and respect. They wuz so exquisitely beautiful.
Three beautiful lakes.
But Martin, mebby, can’t be expected to be as riz up and as elevated as them peaks; anyway, he acted out his nater, which wuz to see everything he could see, to stand round with his hands in his pockets if he felt like it, or if he wuz kinder tired, to lean back and shet up his eyes and rest and have his body dragged along through the places, so’s he could say he had been in ’em.
And Al Faizi acted out his nater, which wuz to stand like a devotee before a shrine as the beauty of them seens busted onto him.
And in noticin’ that the rich, highly cultivated lower lands layin’ about the lakes wuz all fenced in with high walls, and that one or two men owned hundreds and thousands of acres, sacred to the use of some animals they wanted to hunt down for pleasure once or twice durin’ the year, while hundreds and thousands of poor human bein’s wuz starvin’ all round the borders of these immense estates.
Livin’ in miserable, rotten cabins, so poor that one of these rich men would not think of lettin’ one of his beasts stay in ’em for a night. Immortal souls for whom Christ died hungry, starvin’ for a crust and dyin’ for a bit of the luxury that wuz wasted upon dumb brutes.