Sentence The Fourhundredandninetieth

Little Levy Balquhidder's sleeping face was lit by a smile and then a bubbling laugh came from his lips, which reassured his anxious mother, Rilla, that her son was on the mend, for she could never know that the smile and laugh were prompted by his Spirit remembering reading – when Pherson Dalwhinnie, his previous life – the Wikipedia entry on Tulsi Bai Holkar which was exceedingly malevolent, particularly in describing her as having a cruel, profligate and adulterous nature and having many “favourites” before taking Gafur Khan as her “lover,” and the Spirit affronted by this had vowed to correct it, particularly because it was a sloppy reading of Karl Marx's highly detailed “Notes on Indian History 664-1858” where the reference was actually to the Maharajah having had many favourites before Tulsi Bai, his last and greatest love and acknowledged Widow, who became Regent for his son and heir Malhar Rao Holkar II and never in her puff been 'cruel or profligate' or 'adulterous' unless that term is applied to every widow who finds herself another love, but had shelved the matter during Pherson's turbulent later years; but it remembered the time, in 1851 when in her prime as Queen Consort Kalama she had accompanied King Kamehameha III of Hawaii to The Great Exhibition in London, honoured guests of The Queen Empress Victoria, and among the many people she met in London, she had especially sought out the German Philosopher and Political Thinker, Karl Marx – in his rather louche apartments, always crowded with people, but himself

possessed of a great magnetism – in order that she could personally return his manuscript on Indian History, sent by him to her husband for his observations, and thank him for the opportunity as she had just finished reading it herself, though gently chided by her husband for being a lucubrate, burning the candle at both ends through the night: oh, yes, she did advise him of slight changes he should make to his notes on Tulsi Bai, only slight, just to clarify the situation and, charmed by her unaffected directness and natural way of speaking to people from all walks of life and levels of society, her openness to his radical ideas and her demonstrations that there was nothing of the estivate about her, no timid Hausfrau, or Dormouse she, as he put it. he had agreed but, sadly, had never got round to it: so many things, mused the Spirit in Little Levy, so many things I have not got around to, and it wondered if the wrong decisions, choices, courses of action were worse, in the all-knowing mind of The Creator, than the inactions, indecisions, procrastinations, for The Creator had never given any hint which would have helped resolve this conundrum, had always been lenient and supportive in any admonishments, which is why, in every life, at an early stage, it had acquired what it called 'a round tuit', just a trinket, and kept it ever close, to remind it of those things it had not done,

and it believed that after, what a thousand lives, more perhaps, it was starting to change, not always, but sometimes, and it resolved that Little Levy Balquhidder would be as good an opportunity as any to prove to The Creator that it was indeed possible for a Spirit to change it's Spots and thereby earn it's Stripes! Ha Ha! and Little Levy burped and smiled up at his mum and Sarsparilla smiled back – the wee chap is going to be just fine, she thought to herself!