Just read Kipling's The Gardener. Stunned at its brilliance. Surely one of the greatest short stories in the language? - yet I contrived to be completely unaware of that fact until today. Perfect artistic control from beginning to end. And what an ending! Cold, hard restraint resulting in one of the greatest expressions of raw grief imaginable.
Kipling haunted by all the young dead, especially his own son.
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