ABSTRACT
The portrait that follows is a self-portrait, and self-portraits have a habit of flattering the sitter. But I had no option. ‘The Head of the District’: Kipling drummed this home enough, was a man who ruled alone. He had no chance to watch his opposite number somewhere else. For him there was no such place as somewhere else. The District was all. What wonder, then, if I can see no warts as I regard my image in the mirror?
