And, walking homeward with his constituents, he murmured in his beard an improvisation on the heretic poet of Persia:
To urge with edged words, like Kabul knives;
And I, who worst him in this sorry game,
Was never rich in anything but-wives.’
Young Turkish Catastrophe — Chapter A Young Turkish Catastrophe (Part 2 of 2)
To urge with edged words, like Kabul knives;
And I, who worst him in this sorry game,
Was never rich in anything but-wives.’