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Lord : “ Ye Camel ! Ye are under a retributive star. Ye Camel ! What ye were ...yields what ye are."
Camel : "Many-sided, Ye lay a bag of thought on me. Welcome, plodding hours, to ponder my soul's heredity.”
Lord : "May this truth of the Jaina religion move ye camel towards self-realization, for ye are your own unchanging soul in the reality of the Jaina eternity."
Said the Lord : "Sadly wayworn, Ye Bullock, on crumbling hooves forlorn, as once a man, twice a child, by the years, so are ye exiled.”
Said the Bullock (burnt-out): “Past my day and night won't come, O pray old bones crumble to dust beyond tooth and claw of a flesh-eater's lust."
Other Animals (drawing back) : “Creaking old voice, 'tis as our tomorrows speaking.”
Lord (apart): "How to comfort this time-worn melancholy that reflects on the indwelling soul, darkly ? Let the bright Jaina religion light up the oldster's twilight of desolation..." (aloud): “Dear Bullock ! Plucky ye were, in copper noon, brittle famine and green-stinging monsoon. Now be your ebbing years content, for good service be your new-life ornament.”
Bullock : "Tis old scars I suffer."
Lord : “Reason for faith in the rebirth encounter.”
Bullock : "Fancy oratory on my back was laid along with the scourge, by which my scars were made."
Lord : "Compassion is the mother-vow of your Lord's religion. Jaina devotee
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