But I suppose the
learned people--
MADHAV. No, they don't have time for that sort of nonsense.
They are not crazy like you.
AMAL. Do you know, yesterday I met someone quite as crazy as I
am.
MADHAV. Gracious me, really, how so?
AMAL. He had a bamboo staff on his shoulder with a small bundle
at the top, and a brass pot in his left hand, and an old pair of
shoes on; he was making for those hills straight across that
meadow there. I called out to him and asked, "Where are you
going?" He answered, "I don't know, anywhere!" I asked again,
"Why are you going?" He said, "I'm going out to seek work."
Say, Uncle, have you to seek work?
MADHAV. Of course I have to. There's many about looking for
jobs.
AMAL. How lovely! I'll go about, like them too, finding things
to do.
MADHAV. Suppose you seek and don't find. Then--
AMAL. Wouldn't that be jolly? Then I should go farther! I
watched that man slowly walking on with his pair of worn out
shoes. And when he got to where the water flows under the fig
tree, he stopped and washed his feet in the stream. Then he took
out from his bundle some gram-flour, moistened it with water and
began to eat. Then he tied up his bundle and shouldered it
again; tucked up his cloth above his knees and crossed the
stream.
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