A BURMESE LONELINESS.
can make of any a Burmese Loneliness,5 when two or three are gathered together for the express purpose of worrying each other. Personally, I cannot measure the misery of itafor our intimate coterie wrangles over nothing more serious than etymology, and the merits of sherry over vermouth. High words arise only out of strategy, books, and snipe. I have never met more argumentative opponents, nor ones whose discrimination both of whiskey and ethnology is more helpful to correct analysis. Much of what we have settled is reflected in these pages. Much more remains still too uncertain for proper determination. And out of it all have developed friendships more valuable to me than amassed rupees, intimacies which I know will remain for an enduring possession.
All through the Rains mists come pouring over the Loimwe ridge in foamy cataracts, enveloping the hills and woods, melting away in glimpses of lake, and obliterating again. Clouds enfold and engulf us in the# wet, gloomy embrace. Then you learn why Loim^e is called the Hill of Mists.
A rift of sunshine, after days of rain.
Then clinging mists come bowling down again Wreathing and whitealike billowed Vapour Seas, Obliterating hills and looming trees.Then clinging mists come bowling down again Wreathing and whitea like billowed Vapour Seas, Obliterating hills and looming trees.