theres a one eyed yellow idol to the north of kathmando;theres a little marble cross below the town;and a brokenhearted woman tends the grave of mad carew,while the yellow god forever gazes down.
he was known as mad carew by the subs at kathmando,he was hotter than they felt inclined to tell,but, for all his foolish pranks he was worshipped in the ranks, and the colonels daughter smiled on him aswell.
he had loved her all along, with the passion of the strong,and that she returned his love was plain to all. she was nearly twenty-one,and arrangements had begun to celebrate her birthday with a ball.
he wrote to ask what present she would like from mad carew:
they met next day as he dismissed a squad:and jestingly she made pretence that nothing else would do ...
but the green eye of the little yellow god.on the night before the dance mad carew seemed in a trance,and they chaffed him as they puffed at their cigars,but for once he failed to smile,and sat alone a while,then went out into the night...beneath the stars.
he returned,before the dawn,with his shirt an tunic torn,and a gash across his temples ...dripping red he was patched up right away,and slept all through the day,while the colonels daughter watched beside his bed
he woke at last and asked her if shed send his tunic through.she brought it and he thanked her with a nod.he bade her search the pocket,saying thats from mad carew,and she found the little green eye of the god.
she upbraided poor carew in the way that women do,although her eyes were strangely hot and wet;but she would not take the stone and carew was left alone with the jewel that hed chanced his life to get.
when the ball was at its height on that still and tropic night, she thought of him...and hastened to his room.as she crossed the barrack square she could here the dreamy air of a waltz tune softly stealing through the gloom.
his door was open wide,with silver moonlight shining through;the place was wet and slippery where she trod;an ugly knife lay buried in the heart of mad carew...
twas the vengeance of the little yellow god.
theres a one eyed yellow idol to the north of kathmando; theres a little marble cross below the town;and a brokenhearted woman tends the grave of mad carew,while the yellow god forever gazes down.
i sent my soul through the invisible,
some letter of that after life to spell:
and after many days my soul returned
and said, behold,myself am heaven and hell:
omar khayyam
Well, if we're posting favourite monolgues/poems then try this by Rudyard Kipling....
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If you can keep your head when all about you Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,But make allowance for their doubting too;If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,Or being hated, don't give way to hating,And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:
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If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;If you can meet with Triumph and DisasterAnd treat those two impostors just the same;If you can bear to hear the truth you've spokenTwisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools:
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If you can make one heap of all your winnings And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,And lose, and start again at your beginningsAnd never breathe a word about your loss;If you can force your heart and nerve and sinewTo serve your turn long after they are gone,And so hold on when there is nothing in youExcept the Will which says to them: 'Hold on!'
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If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,' Or walk with Kings - nor lose the common touch,if neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,If all men count with you, but none too much;If you can fill the unforgiving minuteWith sixty seconds' worth of distance run,Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,And - which is more - you'll be a Man, my son!<o:p></o:p>
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