Fall of the Mughal Empire v1.c7.s6.8

v1.c7.s6.8

We do not know whether to weep or to laugh when we hear the pathetic groaning of this high-placed gourmand at the ordinary privations of a march of 120 miles from Delhi into the Doab, in the midst of the entire armed strength of an empire, with no fighting except an occasional distant cannonade,—which spoilt his sleep! Other nobles were equally soft and imbecile. Such an empire had already forfeited its right to exist.