"Because one misses more than one thought to miss and one doesn't find half what one thought to find.

Come along here!" He led Shere Ali up to the top of the stand.
"We can see the race quite well from here," he said, "although that is not the reason why I brought you up.

This is what I wanted to show you." He waved his hand over towards the great space which the racecourse enclosed.

It was thronged with natives robed in saffron and pink, in blue and white, in scarlet and delicate shades of mauve and violet.

The whole enclosure was ablaze with colour, and the colours perpetually moved and grouped themselves afresh as the throng shifted.