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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=510743" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Divided Destinies</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">It was an artless Bandar, and he danced upon a pine,<br>And much I wondered how he lived, and where the beast might dine,<br>And many, many other things, till, o'er my morning smoke,<br>I slept the sleep of idleness and dreamt that Bandar spoke.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He said: &quot;O man of many clothes! Sad crawler on the Hills!<br>Observe, I know not Ranken's shop, nor Ranken's monthly bills;<br>I take no heed to trousers or the coats that you call dress;<br>Nor am I plagued with little cards for little drinks at Mess.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;I steal the bunnia's grain at morn, at noon and eventide,<br>(For he is fat and I am spare), I roam the mountain side,<br>I follow no man's carriage, and no, never in my life<br>Have I flirted at Peliti's with another Bandar's wife.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;O man of futile fopperies -- unnecessary wraps;<br>I own no ponies in the hills, I drive no tall-wheeled traps;<br>I buy me not twelve-button gloves, 'short-sixes' eke, or rings,<br>Nor do I waste at Hamilton's my wealth on 'pretty things.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;I quarrel with my wife at home, we never fight abroad;<br>But Mrs. B. has grasped the fact I am her only lord.<br>I never heard of fever -- dumps nor debts depress my soul;<br>And I pity and despise you!&quot; Here he pouched my breakfast-roll.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">His hide was very mangy, and his face was very red,<br>And ever and anon he scratched with energy his head.<br>His manners were not always nice, but how my spirit cried<br>To be an artless Bandar loose upon the mountain side!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So I answered: &quot;Gentle Bandar, and inscrutable Decree<br>Makes thee a gleesome fleasome Thou, and me a wretched Me.<br>Go! Depart in peace, my brother, to thy home amid the pine;<br>Yet forget not once a mortal wished to change his lot for thine.&quot;</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Rudyard+Kipling">Rudyard Kipling</a><div class=q>
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I slept the sleep of idleness and dreamt that Bandar spoke.

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