Intrepid Merchant/Quotes

This glancing life is like a morning star

A setting sun, or rolling waves at sea

A gentle breeze or lightning in a storm

A dancing dream of all eternity

The sand was shimmering in the morning light

And dancing off the dunes so far away

The night held music so sweet, so long

And there we lay until the break of day

We woke that morning at the onward call

Our camels bridled up, our howdahs full

The sun was rising in the eastern sky

Just as we set out to the desert's cry

Calling, yearning, pulling, home to you

The tents grew smaller as we rode away

On earth that tells of many passing days

The months of peace and all the years of war

The lives of love and all the lives of fears

Calling, yearning, pulling, home to you

We crossed the river beds all etched in stone

And up the mighty mountains ever known

Beyond the valleys in the searing heat

Until we reached the caravanserai

Calling, yearning, pulling, home to you

Calling, yearning, pulling, home to you

What is this life that pulls me far away

What is that home where we cannot reside

What is that quest that pulls me onward

My heart is full when you are by my side

Calling, yearning, pulling, home to you

Calling, yearning, pulling, home to you

-Caravanserai by Lorena McKennitt

When spring-time flushes the desert grass, Our kafilas wind through the Khyber Pass. Lean are the camels but fat the frails, Light are the purses but heavy the bales, As the snowbound trade of the North comes down To the market-square of Peshawur town. In a turquoise twilight, crisp and chill, A kafila camped at the foot of the hill. Then blue smoke-haze of the cooking rose, And tent-peg answered to hammer-nose; And the picketed ponies, shag and wild, Strained at their ropes as the feed was piled; And the bubbling camels beside the load Sprawled for a furlong adown the road; And the Persian pussy-cats, brought for sale, Spat at the dogs from the camel-bale; And the tribesmen bellowed to hasten the food; And the camp-fires twinkled by Fort Jumrood; And there fled on the wings of the gathering dusk A savour of camels and carpets and musk, A murmur of voices, a reek of smoke, To tell us the trade of the Khyber woke. -The Ballad of the Kings Jest by Rudyard Kipling

Comprador's Report: "Taipan present prices per unit here are, Opium 16500, Silk 1100, Arms 120, General 5. Shall I Buy, Sell, Quit trading, Transfer cargo, Visit bank?

Classic electronic trading game, Taipan.