I apologise more than I can say. And Carol Thatcher, can she have been simply ignorant? He did have an eye for the foibles of different cultures, but does not seem to have held these differences as immutable. The poem and the film are both quite old. Now in Injia's sunny clime, Where I used to spend my time A-servin' of 'Er Majesty the Queen, Of all them blackfaced crew The finest man I knew Was our regimental bhisti, Gunga Din. Kipling is undoubtedly gifted by God. To treat him any better would have been considered an insult to the higher classes. I first heard, then read, and later viewed the quotation as a youngster I am now 75 , and to this day I regard it as one of the most introspective and enlightening of all.
Wright then brought the bike to Bonneville in 1956. Within the severe limitations of the British post-colonial mentality, it's a perfectly generous compliment, albeit with a heavy serving of irony. I forgot about it until today, when he reminded me in the context of Carol Thatcher. And with quite positive results as to formative attitudes concerning race. Unfortunately, none of these projects was particularly successful, and by the mid-1950s, Vincent was out of money.
I would suggest that professor King could better spend his time studying how Leftists exploit culture to advance their multi-faceted agenda. From the depth of so many things that are so very wrong comes this very endearing admiration. The term she used has long been accepted generally to be racist actually, it always was. I think it was back in the 70s, that Kenny Everett - perhaps - kept running a mad sound clip that ran for about 2 or 3 minutes. You limping lump o' brick-dust, Gunga Din! You 'eathen, where the mischief 'ave you been? No doubt the pun was intended. Fortunately, the Gunga-din reference requires the person to be reasonably literate, and so, at least in theory, understanding of nuance. That said, I was once on a corner in Hyderabad and my local friend rushed unafraid through traffic.
So I'll meet 'im later on In the place where 'e is gone Where it's always double drill and no canteen; 'E'll be squattin' on the coals Givin' drink to pore damned souls, An' I'll get a swig in Hell from Gunga Din! In the final three lines, the soldier regrets the abuse he dealt to Din and admits that Din is the better man of the two. It depends upon where you stand. Hooker also had the opportunity to examine many of the engine parts before the engine was assembled during the restoration. They are loud and coarse, full of insults and threats. But I have used the Princess Bride quote, especially with my kids; it's usually understood even by people who haven't seen the movie.
What many members here have pointed out is that a specific literary reference such as Gunga Din, particularly when burdened with controversial labels for no good reason, should be used in conversation only with somebody who we are certain knows the right context and meaning and will interpret it correctly without taking spurious offense. The poem details the respect and admiration for a bhishti water-carrier on the part of a British soldier. It was not because of his race, but rather his class. Thought it would be worth noting, since this was a rather main stream detective series. Today people look at English colonial beliefs and label them racist and bigoted.
I was chokin' mad with thirst, An' the man that spied me first Was our good old grinnin', gruntin' Gunga Din. And I suspect I have. A bhishti is the traditional water-carrier of South Asia, including India; they usually carry their water in a goatskin bag. The cultural nunaces picked up can only come with prolonged exposure, in the end the poet grudingly admits to his dependence and admiration for the poor Gunga Din. Nobody can know your anguish without experiencing it in their own life. How could they strive 'not to be racist' when racism is itself a modern sensibility? Each time, though, the same cylinder heads were used.
I was chokin' mad with thirst, An' the man that spied me first Was our good old grinnin', gruntin' Gunga Din. I was chokin' mad with thirst, An' the man that spied me first Was our good old grinnin', gruntin' Gunga Din. For him, the poem was historical. So I'll meet 'im later on At the place where 'e is gone -- Where it's always double drill and no canteen; 'E'll be squattin' on the coals Givin' drink to poor damned souls, An' I'll get a swig in hell from Gunga Din! At one time Romans looked at the population of Britain and considered them backward. If we charged or broke or cut, You could bet your bloomin' nut, 'E'd be waitin' fifty paces right flank rear.
So I'll meet 'im later on At the place where 'e is gone -- Where it's always double drill and no canteen. My mother born 1909 used it frequently a public or parochial school education was a better quality than what you see today. Right before he died he got the soldier inside and said he hoped he had enjoyed his drink. Now in Injia's sunny clime, Where I used to spend my time A-servin' of 'Er Majesty the Queen, Of all them black-faced crew The finest man I knew Was our regimental bhisti, Gunga Din. It's not a phrase that communicates much. I enjoyed this one, mostly because the narrator caught me off-guard when he read the last lines of Kipling's poem at the end.
I actually got a little misty. Now you can see where Spielberg got many of his ideas for Romancing the Stone or was that Temple of Doom. Yet, this humble Indian servant laid down his life to spare the life of this British soldier. What he was was a firm believer in his own culture, without ascribing imaginary flaws to others. Yet when I analyze Jeremiah 1:6 I get more of a picture of a man who was like Gunga Din. Now in Injia's sunny clime, Where I used to spend my time A-servin' of 'Er Majesty the Queen, Of all them blackfaced crew The finest man I knew Was our regimental bhisti, Gunga Din. Gunga Din is subordinate to, and victimized by, the narrator.