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Updated: May 10, 2025
'For the great, the beautiful Rikki-tikki's sake I will stop, said Darzee. 'What is it, O killer of the terrible Nag? 'Where is Nagaina, for the third time? 'On the rubbish-heap by the stables, mourning for Nag. Great is Rikki-tikki with the white teeth. 'Bother my white teeth! Have you ever heard where she keeps her eggs?
It may be some consolation to you when you're dead to know that I shall settle accounts with the boy. My husband lies on the rubbish-heap this morning, but before night the boy in the house will lie very still. What is the use of running away? I am sure to catch you. Little fool, look at me!
It was nothing but a rubbish-heap until we thought it into something wonderful which, of course, it is," he hastened to add. "But by thinking about it, we discovered we created it!" They nodded again. Somebody grunted. Maria watched the caterpillar crawling up his sleeve.
And should the poor little woman who bore his name become a drag on him, she would be tossed on to the rubbish-heap with the rest. In a way, so complete a freedom from altruistic motives had something grandiose about it. But those who ran up against it, and could not fight it with its own weapons, had not an earthly chance.
They brought an actual profit to the British Government of over £20,000,000, saved the taxpayer Heaven only knows how many millions, and were conducted at an administrative cost of three shillings for every £100. Nothing like it had ever been done before in the world. Early in 1919 Lord Inverforth was asked to clear up war's rubbish-heap. He became Minister of Munitions.
In the streets of a besieged city, dire as the distress may be, some gutter, some rubbish-heap, some corner may yet be found that will furnish a dry bone or a scrap of refuse that may for a moment allay the pangs of hunger; but these bare planks, so many times washed clean by the relentless waves, offer nothing to our eager search, and after every fragment of food that the wind carried into their interstices has been scraped out devoured, our resources are literally at an end.
Hypothesis follows hypothesis; the theoretical rubbish-heap grows bigger and bigger; and still truth escapes us. To know how to know nothing might well be the last word of wisdom. Considered in respect of quantity, the food sets us other problems, no less obscure.
Had I been sent down from Oxford I am sure my father would have stormed and told me that I was going to that universal rubbish-heap, called "The dogs," while my mother would have been very hurt and very kind; but I know one man who went home unexpectedly and was told by his father that if he had not been sent down he would have missed the best "shoot" of the year.
Little Eve Mooney, thin, wasted, and sad, sat propped up with dirty pillows, in a dirty bed, in a dirtier room, close to a broken and paper-patched window that opened upon a coal-yard with a prospect rubbish-heap beyond. "Oh, I'm so glad it's you!" cried Eve, with flushed cheeks and sparkling eyes, as the fisherman entered. "Yes, Eve, my pretty.
But he brushed them away at sight of her, and spoke roughly and told her to be gone and find the difference between a good father and a bad husband. "Go to the misery of your awn choosin'; go to him an' the rubbish-heap he calls a farm! Thankless an' ontrue, go, an' look to me in the future to keep you out of the poorhouse and no more. An' that for your mother's sake not yourn."
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