a big affair of it, eh!

AMAL. Uncle, do you think it is meant to prevent your crossing
over? It seems to me because the earth can't speak it raises its
hands into the sky and beckons. And those who live far and sit
alone by their windows can see the signal. But I suppose the
learned people--

MADHAV. No, they don't have time for that sort of nonsense.
They are not crazy like you.

AMAL. Do you know, yesterday I met someone quite as crazy as I
am.

MADHAV. Gracious me, really, how so?

AMAL. He had a bamboo staff on his shoulder with a small bundle
at the top, and a brass pot in his left hand, and an old pair of
shoes on; he was making for those hills straight across that
meadow there. I called out to him and asked, "Where are you
going?" He answered, "I don't know, anywhere!" I asked again,
"Why are you going?" He said, "I'm going out to seek work."
Say, Uncle, have you to seek work?

MADHAV. Of course I have to. There's many about looking for
jobs.

AMAL. How lovely! I'll go about, like them too, finding things
to do.