... in the case of the ‘Blue Roses’(I didn’t refuse any other colour) but as a matter of fact, Dick,with his usual obliquity of vision failed to observe that I wasn’t exacting them of him, but he of me.The depth of Kipling’s anguish, and his humiliation, come over even more strongly in the third verse, omitted above:
Home I came at wintertide[Page 96 line 1] glacis the sloping bank in front of a fortification, designed to expose attackers to the defenders’ fire.
But my silly love had died
Seeking with her latest breath
Roses from the arms of Death.
In every age and clime we see[Page 112 line 22] Liverpool Street Station to Blackfriars Bridge just over a mile.
Two of a trade can ne’er agree.
'For ye have not walked in my statutes, neither executed my judgements; but ye have done after the manner of the heathen that are round about you.