The title of Ruskin Bond’s autobiography derives from a poem he wrote some years ago and is so central to the text that it deserves retelling:
As I walked home last night
I saw a lone fox dancing
In the bright moonlight.
I stood and watched,
He took the low road, knowing
The night was his by right.
Sometimes, when words ring true,
I’m like a lone fox dancing
In the morning dew.
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