I
have enjoyed the works of Rudyard Kipling since before I could read. I remember his "Just So Stories"
being read to me and my nursery school classmates, just before nap time, by our
teacher, Miss Suzy. Since that time, I
have read, and re-read, hundreds of his literary works over the years.
And,
going through my father's papers and personal effects, I recently found that
Dad had chosen a Kipling quotation for the epigraph on his college yearbook
page.
Kipling
was and is, in many ways, the antithesis of what today would be called the
Liberal philosophy, and I have had, thus far, a few incidents of disapproval
from some of my leftward-leaning colleagues at the University regarding my various
invocations of Kipling quotations.
But
I enjoy Kipling, and find him relevant in both the philosophical and literary
sense.
The
New York Times (which I will admit to reading on occasion, but which usually is
put to better use as a birdcage liner) reports:
"15,000
Crocodiles Escape From South African Farm"
"About
15,000 crocodiles escaped from a South African reptile farm along the border
with Botswana, a local newspaper reported Thursday."
"Driving
rains forced the Limpopo River over its banks on Sunday morning near the
Rakwena Crocodile Farm. The farm’s owners, fearing that the raging floodwaters
would crush the walls of their house, opened the gates, springing the
crocodiles, the report said. About half of the reptiles have been captured, with
thousands still on the loose."
[For
those of you raised on the late 1900's or early 2000's anti-Eurocentricity school
curricula and thus deprived of Kipling's poetry and prose, the "Just So
Stories" were composed by Kipling to answer (in a very nonscientific tall
tale style) his very young daughter's questions as to how certain world
phenomena came to be. "The
Elephant's Child" story explains how elephants came to have long trunks.
The
overly-inquisitive Elephant's Child in Kipling's story wanted to know what
crocodiles ate for dinner. The kolokolo
bird advised the Elephant's Child to "'Go to the banks of the great
grey-green, greasy Limpopo River, all set about with fever-trees, and find out." This was the set-up for the plot of the
story.].
Well, now there are thousands crocodiles in the great grey-green,
greasy Limpopo River! What would the
kolokolo bird say about that?
And, given the real life dangerous propensities of
crocodiles, it would not be surprising in the least if the next species to go
swarming out on the loose were to be lawyers.
Not alligators, but Litigators!
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