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Apr. 20th, 2014 03:37 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
violsvaSo I cut this bit from Arte Regendus and it’ll probably never fit anywhere else, but I still like it:
I began keeping a diary when travelling from India to Afghanistan. Travel in that region was a thing of combined calm and anxiety; long stretches of quiet were livened by the awareness every minute of the possibility of bandits, rebels, or wild animals. Though I was with a group, it was not large enough to be wholly unafraid of predation by tigers, or more human enemies. I saw the landscape as an excellent setting for adventure, which had encouraged me to join the Army in the first place, but as I waited for that I used my time in writing a journal, which occupied me but could be put away at a moment’s notice should my medical skills be needed. I had vague ambitions of making a book of it. I kept up this record even when the lush landscape of northern India slowly turned into the dry empty hills of Afghanistan.
After Maiwand I was too ill to continue with it, and upon my return to England I thought despairingly that I should have nothing more of interest to record. And then I met Sherlock Holmes.
I began keeping a diary when travelling from India to Afghanistan. Travel in that region was a thing of combined calm and anxiety; long stretches of quiet were livened by the awareness every minute of the possibility of bandits, rebels, or wild animals. Though I was with a group, it was not large enough to be wholly unafraid of predation by tigers, or more human enemies. I saw the landscape as an excellent setting for adventure, which had encouraged me to join the Army in the first place, but as I waited for that I used my time in writing a journal, which occupied me but could be put away at a moment’s notice should my medical skills be needed. I had vague ambitions of making a book of it. I kept up this record even when the lush landscape of northern India slowly turned into the dry empty hills of Afghanistan.
After Maiwand I was too ill to continue with it, and upon my return to England I thought despairingly that I should have nothing more of interest to record. And then I met Sherlock Holmes.