I cast about to find them . I measured the strength of my body , which is evil , against the high Hills , I made a mock of thee when thy breath came short under Jamnotri . I jested when thou wouldst not face the snow of the pass . ' ` But what harm ? I was afraid . It was just . I am not a hillman ; and I loved thee for thy new strength . ' ` More than once I remember ' -- he rested his cheek dolefully on his hand -- ' I sought thy praise and the hakim 's for the mere strength of my legs . Thus evil followed evil till the cup was full . Just is the Wheel ! All Hind for three years did me all honour . From the Fountain of Wisdom in the Wonder House to ' -- he smiled -- ' a little child playing by a big gun -- the world prepared my road . And why ? ' ` Because we loved thee . It is only the fever of the blow . I myself am still sick and shaken . ' ` No ! It was because I was upon the Way -- tuned as are si-nen -LSB- cymbals -RSB- to the purpose of the Law . I departed from that ordinance . The tune was broken : followed the punishment .
In my own XXXXX , on the edge of my own country , in the very place of my evil desire , comes the buffet -- here ! '
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