"the peacock. we were driving through the jungle. it was not thick and presently we caught sight of a peacock among the trees with its beautiful tail outspread. ... i have seldom seen a sight more thrilling than that peacock threading its solitary way through the jungle. my companion told the driver to stop and seized his gun. ... we ate the breast for dinner that night. the flesh was white, tender and succulent; it was a welcome change from the scraggy chickens which are brought to the table evening after evening in india."
w.somerset maugham, a writers notebook.
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