Even down by the lake, where the huge white many-storeyed palace contemplates its dark-latticed windows and high balconies mirrored in still water unimaginably blue nothing which could be described as energy is visible.

You may see an elephant kneeling placidly in the lake while an attendant polishes up his trunk and his forehead with a brickbat.

But the elephant will be too well-mannered to trumpet his enjoyment.

Or you may notice a fisherman drowsing in a boat heavy enough to cope with the surf of the Atlantic.
But the fisherman will not notice you--not even though you call to him with dulcet promises of rupees.

You will, if you wait long enough, see a woman coming down the steps with a pitcher balanced on her head; and indeed perhaps two women.