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of infinite space ; for they have no bad dreams. Man alone, 
with his 
“ obstinate questionings 
Of sense and outward things, ’’j 
cannot be altogether happy on these terms. Nevertheless 
it is good for him to feel their happiness, to mingle with 
this monsoon luxuriance of life and joy. It is as when 
David played with his hand upon the harp, and the evil 
spirit departed from Saul. 
There is another feature of the monsoon which has a 
wonderful charm for me. I mean the clouds. Many 
Englishmen never throw off the bondage of their old 
English feelings, and a cloudy day depresses them to the 
last. Such conservatism is not in me. After the monotony 
of a fierce sun and a blue sky and a dusky landscape 
quivering in the dim distance, I cry welcome to the days 
of mild light and green earth and purple hills coming near 
in the clear and transparent air. And later on, when the 
monsoon begins to break up and the hills are dappled 
with light and shade, and dark islands move across the 
bright green sea, the effect on my spirits is strangely ex- 
hilarating. Why is it that so few of out Indian painters 
have given us monsoon scenes ? 
