And Death Shall Have His Dominion

I am at a loss for words.

Only recently having been introduced in to the sphere of Dalrymple, and running the full gamut of emotions, now come full circle.

And in my end is my beginning.

From disbelief, offense, suspicion and intrigue, to acceptance, knowing, enjoyment and relishment.

This particular small work is a minor masterpiece.

Working on so many levels. Honesty, wisdom, erudition and pathos.

I don’t want to stain this eulogy and further.

But if I may be so bold:

For the little little span, the dead are borne in mind,
seek not to question other than, the words I leave behind.

Or something like that. Possibly Kipling was someone that the good doctor might not have agreed with ‘on point’ and ‘on page’. Possibly different products from different societies, but possibly some kind of consistent thread between them. Possibly not.

A point well made.

Live well. Die well. Leave a meaningful inscription.

It is truly something to behold, a master at the top of his game.