Joseph CalleiaQuotes

Nick Craig: Where's my dough?

Tommy Hinchcliffe: It's a long story...

Nick Craig: I don't like long stories.

Tommy Hinchcliffe: You like short ones?

Nick Craig: Yeah.

Tommy Hinchcliffe: We ain't got the money.

Nick Craig: Why, you...

Tommy Hinchcliffe: Too short?

Buldeo: Verily, you would have all of India in your picture. Nay, you would have the book of the jungle to read in my eyes.

Buldeo: We're going to have a marketplace, and a temple, and a mighty city. Aye, we'll have all that if we can beat the jungle. But have you in your hundred years seen man win a war with nature?

Buldeo: [[Deer|eaters of grass; [Leopard; [Elephant|Silent ones; [wolves; [hunter; [bear; [Crocodile; [Leopard|black panther; [assassin; [Tiger; [Cain and Abel|Cain of some poor Abel; [Scavenger|dishlickers; [jackal; [hyena; [stone|rock; [snake; [Oracle; [Adam and Eve|Mother Eve; [trickery; [sin; [Ruins|ruin cities; [fig; [monkey; [hunter] In the beginning, you must think of nothing but silence, a silence so vast that ears can't hear it. Great trees like the pillars of the temple with furs like green carpets underneath; While above, under the dome of heaven where live the winged ones. The wind woods restless whispering across the roof of the world. These are the ] in a world of tall flesh. Early the little fawns must learn the lesson, Feet theirs make no noise, eyes that see in the dark, ears that heard the ] leaving his lair. For the Leopard lays by the law of claws and horns and fang. He will kill for hunger, and eat therof. But he'll never kill for killing sake, a law that all men break but jungle folks obey. These are the lords of the jungle, tribe of Hathi, the ]. They go their way, eaters of grass in a world of carnage. But the ] are the true ]s of the jungle and likes hunt while stick to their clan with a strict regard for hunting calls and tribal law. Free companion of the woods, they may fight and quarrel among their selfs and the strongest wolf must take the leadership. Yet jungle folks says that the wisest among them is the tribe of Baloo the ] He is a teacher of the jungle law. Yet there is one who knows no law. The barrel bodied mugger, the ]. With his chin in his shallows and lust in his cold heart, hopping to drag dawn to the deeps all who wonder in his river banks. And in the legends of the jungle, there is a black prince; shrewdest of the lords of claw, horn and fang. As bold as a buffalo and as reckless as a wounded elephant. But the voice is soft as wild honey dripping from the tree and prier and master and afraid. Bagheera, the ]. And now behold the villain of my tale; the killer, the man killer, the ] who brought murder to the jungle clans. Shere Khan, the ]. It is said that when the first kill when he was ] of the glades; when he run from the scene of his first crime, the trees and creepers whip him with their branches and striped his yellow hide with the Mark of Cain. This evil lord they must have his ], his bullies for attendance. Tabaqui, the ], and the ]; hungry for the scraps of the murderous master's feast. But my tale is not alone about outcast and heroes. I will tell you also of the ] ] Kaa; the wise one, the ] who taught ] the speech men use for ] and ]. What is the book of life itself, but man's war with nature; the struggle between village and jungle. Under the mantle of wild creepers and great trees, many ] lays forgotten in the pages of time where a thousand war chariots proclaim the might emigrated king before whom all men bow their heads nothing remains but a trellis for wild ]s to sun upon. But what of the great Maharaja, the loser in this battles? He has left many such palaces to his cousins, the ] folk. The Bander-logs, the outcast of the jungle. First, you must picture who I was, Milords. Buldeo, the mighty ]. Was a long time ago and very far away, on a summer evening in the Seeonee hills