There was a time in my life when Kipling was my guide. His body of work is almost inseparable from the spirit of turn of the century imperial England complete with its paradoxical charm and brutality. Rikki-Tikki-Tavi is a child’s fable of war and fidelity, expertly crafted to prepare the young mind for stronger meat.
None of that is to say I didn’t love the story.
Alas, blood is in my teeth.