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"Aziz was so fond of her too." | Cyril Fielding | death has been troubling me."<|quote|>"Aziz was so fond of her too."</|quote|>"But it has made me | I am." "Of course this death has been troubling me."<|quote|>"Aziz was so fond of her too."</|quote|>"But it has made me remember that we must all | secure out here. I really do get on with Indians, and they do trust me. It's pleasant that I haven't had to resign my job. It's pleasant to be praised by an L.-G. Until the next earthquake I remain as I am." "Of course this death has been troubling me."<|quote|>"Aziz was so fond of her too."</|quote|>"But it has made m... | get to England." "I shall, often. You have been excessively kind. Now that I'm going, I realize it. I wish I could do something for you in return, but I see you've all you want." "I think so," he replied after a pause. "I have never felt more happy and secure out here. I really do get on with Indians, and they do trust... | it, and Adela did so. She was at the end of her spiritual tether, and so was he. Were there worlds beyond which they could never touch, or did all that is possible enter their consciousness? They could not tell. They only realized that their outlook was more or less similar, and found in this a satisfaction. Perhaps li... | start has been all my own fault. I was bringing to Ronny nothing that ought to be brought, that was why he rejected me really. I entered that cave thinking: Am I fond of him? I have not yet told you that, Mr. Fielding. I didn't feel justified. Tenderness, respect, personal intercourse I tried to make them take the plac... | in Tunbridge Wells or Cheltenham still murmur to each other: "That Marabar case which broke down because the poor girl couldn't face giving her evidence that was another bad case." When the affair was thus officially ended, Ronny, who was about to be transferred to another part of the Province, approached Fielding with... | no one follow you? Can you now say? I don't like it left in air." "Let us call it the guide," she said indifferently. "It will never be known. It's as if I ran my finger along that polished wall in the dark, and cannot get further. I am up against something, and so are you. Mrs. Moore she did know." "How could she have... | A Passage To India |
"But it has made me remember that we must all die: all these personal relations we try to live by are temporary. I used to feel death selected people, it is a notion one gets from novels, because some of the characters are usually left talking at the end. Now death spares no one' begins to be real." | Adela Quested | so fond of her too."<|quote|>"But it has made me remember that we must all die: all these personal relations we try to live by are temporary. I used to feel death selected people, it is a notion one gets from novels, because some of the characters are usually left talking at the end. Now death spares no one' begins to ... | been troubling me." "Aziz was so fond of her too."<|quote|>"But it has made me remember that we must all die: all these personal relations we try to live by are temporary. I used to feel death selected people, it is a notion one gets from novels, because some of the characters are usually left talking at the end. Now d... | on with Indians, and they do trust me. It's pleasant that I haven't had to resign my job. It's pleasant to be praised by an L.-G. Until the next earthquake I remain as I am." "Of course this death has been troubling me." "Aziz was so fond of her too."<|quote|>"But it has made me remember that we must all die: all these... | have been excessively kind. Now that I'm going, I realize it. I wish I could do something for you in return, but I see you've all you want." "I think so," he replied after a pause. "I have never felt more happy and secure out here. I really do get on with Indians, and they do trust me. It's pleasant that I haven't had ... | at the end of her spiritual tether, and so was he. Were there worlds beyond which they could never touch, or did all that is possible enter their consciousness? They could not tell. They only realized that their outlook was more or less similar, and found in this a satisfaction. Perhaps life is a mystery, not a muddle;... | I was bringing to Ronny nothing that ought to be brought, that was why he rejected me really. I entered that cave thinking: Am I fond of him? I have not yet told you that, Mr. Fielding. I didn't feel justified. Tenderness, respect, personal intercourse I tried to make them take the place of" "I no longer want love," he... | to each other: "That Marabar case which broke down because the poor girl couldn't face giving her evidence that was another bad case." When the affair was thus officially ended, Ronny, who was about to be transferred to another part of the Province, approached Fielding with his usual constraint and said: "I wish to tha... | told you that, Mr. Fielding. I didn't feel justified. Tenderness, respect, personal intercourse I tried to make them take the place of" "I no longer want love," he said, supplying the word. "No more do I. My experiences here have cured me. But I want others to want it." "But to go back to our first talk (for I suppose ... | A Passage To India |
"Don't let it become too real, or you'll die yourself. That is the objection to meditating upon death. We are subdued to what we work in. I have felt the same temptation, and had to sheer off. I want to go on living a bit." | Cyril Fielding | one' begins to be real."<|quote|>"Don't let it become too real, or you'll die yourself. That is the objection to meditating upon death. We are subdued to what we work in. I have felt the same temptation, and had to sheer off. I want to go on living a bit."</|quote|>"So do I." A friendliness, | end. Now death spares no one' begins to be real."<|quote|>"Don't let it become too real, or you'll die yourself. That is the objection to meditating upon death. We are subdued to what we work in. I have felt the same temptation, and had to sheer off. I want to go on living a bit."</|quote|>"So do I." A friendliness, as... | must all die: all these personal relations we try to live by are temporary. I used to feel death selected people, it is a notion one gets from novels, because some of the characters are usually left talking at the end. Now death spares no one' begins to be real."<|quote|>"Don't let it become too real, or you'll die you... | It's pleasant that I haven't had to resign my job. It's pleasant to be praised by an L.-G. Until the next earthquake I remain as I am." "Of course this death has been troubling me." "Aziz was so fond of her too." "But it has made me remember that we must all die: all these personal relations we try to live by are tempo... | they could not tell. Perhaps the hundred Indias which fuss and squabble so tiresomely are one, and the universe they mirror is one. They had not the apparatus for judging. "Write to me when you get to England." "I shall, often. You have been excessively kind. Now that I'm going, I realize it. I wish I could do somethin... | love," he said, supplying the word. "No more do I. My experiences here have cured me. But I want others to want it." "But to go back to our first talk (for I suppose this is our last one) when you entered that cave, who did follow you, or did no one follow you? Can you now say? I don't like it left in air." "Let us cal... | help you have given Miss Quested. She will not of course trespass on your hospitality further; she has as a matter of fact decided to return to England. I have just arranged about her passage for her. I understand she would like to see you." "I shall go round at once." On reaching the College, he found her in some upse... | false start has been all my own fault. I was bringing to Ronny nothing that ought to be brought, that was why he rejected me really. I entered that cave thinking: Am I fond of him? I have not yet told you that, Mr. Fielding. I didn't feel justified. Tenderness, respect, personal intercourse I tried to make them take th... | A Passage To India |
"So do I." | Adela Quested | go on living a bit."<|quote|>"So do I."</|quote|>A friendliness, as of dwarfs | sheer off. I want to go on living a bit."<|quote|>"So do I."</|quote|>A friendliness, as of dwarfs shaking hands, was in the | one' begins to be real." "Don't let it become too real, or you'll die yourself. That is the objection to meditating upon death. We are subdued to what we work in. I have felt the same temptation, and had to sheer off. I want to go on living a bit."<|quote|>"So do I."</|quote|>A friendliness, as of dwarfs shaking hands,... | made me remember that we must all die: all these personal relations we try to live by are temporary. I used to feel death selected people, it is a notion one gets from novels, because some of the characters are usually left talking at the end. Now death spares no one' begins to be real." "Don't let it become too real, ... | kind. Now that I'm going, I realize it. I wish I could do something for you in return, but I see you've all you want." "I think so," he replied after a pause. "I have never felt more happy and secure out here. I really do get on with Indians, and they do trust me. It's pleasant that I haven't had to resign my job. It's... | did follow you, or did no one follow you? Can you now say? I don't like it left in air." "Let us call it the guide," she said indifferently. "It will never be known. It's as if I ran my finger along that polished wall in the dark, and cannot get further. I am up against something, and so are you. Mrs. Moore she did kno... | "I shall go round at once." On reaching the College, he found her in some upset. He learnt that the engagement had been broken by Ronny. "Far wiser of him," she said pathetically. "I ought to have spoken myself, but I drifted on wondering what would happen. I would willingly have gone on spoiling his life through inert... | Better withdraw it, and Adela did so. She was at the end of her spiritual tether, and so was he. Were there worlds beyond which they could never touch, or did all that is possible enter their consciousness? They could not tell. They only realized that their outlook was more or less similar, and found in this a satisfac... | A Passage To India |
A friendliness, as of dwarfs shaking hands, was in the air. Both man and woman were at the height of their powers sensible, honest, even subtle. They spoke the same language, and held the same opinions, and the variety of age and sex did not divide them. Yet they were dissatisfied. When they agreed, "I want to go on li... | No speaker | a bit." "So do I."<|quote|>A friendliness, as of dwarfs shaking hands, was in the air. Both man and woman were at the height of their powers sensible, honest, even subtle. They spoke the same language, and held the same opinions, and the variety of age and sex did not divide them. Yet they were dissatisfied. When they ... | want to go on living a bit." "So do I."<|quote|>A friendliness, as of dwarfs shaking hands, was in the air. Both man and woman were at the height of their powers sensible, honest, even subtle. They spoke the same language, and held the same opinions, and the variety of age and sex did not divide them. Yet they were dis... | be real." "Don't let it become too real, or you'll die yourself. That is the objection to meditating upon death. We are subdued to what we work in. I have felt the same temptation, and had to sheer off. I want to go on living a bit." "So do I."<|quote|>A friendliness, as of dwarfs shaking hands, was in the air. Both ma... | that we must all die: all these personal relations we try to live by are temporary. I used to feel death selected people, it is a notion one gets from novels, because some of the characters are usually left talking at the end. Now death spares no one' begins to be real." "Don't let it become too real, or you'll die you... | I'm going, I realize it. I wish I could do something for you in return, but I see you've all you want." "I think so," he replied after a pause. "I have never felt more happy and secure out here. I really do get on with Indians, and they do trust me. It's pleasant that I haven't had to resign my job. It's pleasant to be... | or did no one follow you? Can you now say? I don't like it left in air." "Let us call it the guide," she said indifferently. "It will never be known. It's as if I ran my finger along that polished wall in the dark, and cannot get further. I am up against something, and so are you. Mrs. Moore she did know." "How could s... | round at once." On reaching the College, he found her in some upset. He learnt that the engagement had been broken by Ronny. "Far wiser of him," she said pathetically. "I ought to have spoken myself, but I drifted on wondering what would happen. I would willingly have gone on spoiling his life through inertia one has n... | tell. They only realized that their outlook was more or less similar, and found in this a satisfaction. Perhaps life is a mystery, not a muddle; they could not tell. Perhaps the hundred Indias which fuss and squabble so tiresomely are one, and the universe they mirror is one. They had not the apparatus for judging. "Wr... | A Passage To India |
"And I do like you so very much, if I may say so," | Cyril Fielding | seemed messages from another world.<|quote|>"And I do like you so very much, if I may say so,"</|quote|>he affirmed. "I'm glad, for | and objects never seen again seemed messages from another world.<|quote|>"And I do like you so very much, if I may say so,"</|quote|>he affirmed. "I'm glad, for I like you. Let's meet | sets up. Not for them was an infinite goal behind the stars, and they never sought it. But wistfulness descended on them now, as on other occasions; the shadow of the shadow of a dream fell over their clear-cut interests, and objects never seen again seemed messages from another world.<|quote|>"And I do like you so ver... | tiny void, or as though they had seen their own gestures from an immense height dwarfs talking, shaking hands and assuring each other that they stood on the same footing of insight. They did not think they were wrong, because as soon as honest people think they are wrong instability sets up. Not for them was an infinit... | sheer off. I want to go on living a bit." "So do I." A friendliness, as of dwarfs shaking hands, was in the air. Both man and woman were at the height of their powers sensible, honest, even subtle. They spoke the same language, and held the same opinions, and the variety of age and sex did not divide them. Yet they wer... | get to England." "I shall, often. You have been excessively kind. Now that I'm going, I realize it. I wish I could do something for you in return, but I see you've all you want." "I think so," he replied after a pause. "I have never felt more happy and secure out here. I really do get on with Indians, and they do trust... | thought of marriage. Weren't you amazed when our engagement was originally announced?" "Not much. At my age one's seldom amazed," he said, smiling. "Marriage is too absurd in any case. It begins and continues for such very slight reasons. The social business props it up on one side, and the theological business on the ... | live by are temporary. I used to feel death selected people, it is a notion one gets from novels, because some of the characters are usually left talking at the end. Now death spares no one' begins to be real." "Don't let it become too real, or you'll die yourself. That is the objection to meditating upon death. We are... | A Passage To India |
he affirmed. | No speaker | if I may say so,"<|quote|>he affirmed.</|quote|>"I'm glad, for I like | like you so very much, if I may say so,"<|quote|>he affirmed.</|quote|>"I'm glad, for I like you. Let's meet again." "We | they never sought it. But wistfulness descended on them now, as on other occasions; the shadow of the shadow of a dream fell over their clear-cut interests, and objects never seen again seemed messages from another world. "And I do like you so very much, if I may say so,"<|quote|>he affirmed.</|quote|>"I'm glad, for I ... | immense height dwarfs talking, shaking hands and assuring each other that they stood on the same footing of insight. They did not think they were wrong, because as soon as honest people think they are wrong instability sets up. Not for them was an infinite goal behind the stars, and they never sought it. But wistfulnes... | A friendliness, as of dwarfs shaking hands, was in the air. Both man and woman were at the height of their powers sensible, honest, even subtle. They spoke the same language, and held the same opinions, and the variety of age and sex did not divide them. Yet they were dissatisfied. When they agreed, "I want to go on li... | I'm going, I realize it. I wish I could do something for you in return, but I see you've all you want." "I think so," he replied after a pause. "I have never felt more happy and secure out here. I really do get on with Indians, and they do trust me. It's pleasant that I haven't had to resign my job. It's pleasant to be... | much. At my age one's seldom amazed," he said, smiling. "Marriage is too absurd in any case. It begins and continues for such very slight reasons. The social business props it up on one side, and the theological business on the other, but neither of them are marriage, are they? I've friends who can't remember why they ... | She was at the end of her spiritual tether, and so was he. Were there worlds beyond which they could never touch, or did all that is possible enter their consciousness? They could not tell. They only realized that their outlook was more or less similar, and found in this a satisfaction. Perhaps life is a mystery, not a... | A Passage To India |
"I'm glad, for I like you. Let's meet again." | Adela Quested | may say so," he affirmed.<|quote|>"I'm glad, for I like you. Let's meet again."</|quote|>"We will, in England, if | so very much, if I may say so," he affirmed.<|quote|>"I'm glad, for I like you. Let's meet again."</|quote|>"We will, in England, if I ever take home leave." | sought it. But wistfulness descended on them now, as on other occasions; the shadow of the shadow of a dream fell over their clear-cut interests, and objects never seen again seemed messages from another world. "And I do like you so very much, if I may say so," he affirmed.<|quote|>"I'm glad, for I like you. Let's meet... | dwarfs talking, shaking hands and assuring each other that they stood on the same footing of insight. They did not think they were wrong, because as soon as honest people think they are wrong instability sets up. Not for them was an infinite goal behind the stars, and they never sought it. But wistfulness descended on ... | as of dwarfs shaking hands, was in the air. Both man and woman were at the height of their powers sensible, honest, even subtle. They spoke the same language, and held the same opinions, and the variety of age and sex did not divide them. Yet they were dissatisfied. When they agreed, "I want to go on living a bit," or,... | I realize it. I wish I could do something for you in return, but I see you've all you want." "I think so," he replied after a pause. "I have never felt more happy and secure out here. I really do get on with Indians, and they do trust me. It's pleasant that I haven't had to resign my job. It's pleasant to be praised by... | my age one's seldom amazed," he said, smiling. "Marriage is too absurd in any case. It begins and continues for such very slight reasons. The social business props it up on one side, and the theological business on the other, but neither of them are marriage, are they? I've friends who can't remember why they married, ... | die yourself. That is the objection to meditating upon death. We are subdued to what we work in. I have felt the same temptation, and had to sheer off. I want to go on living a bit." "So do I." A friendliness, as of dwarfs shaking hands, was in the air. Both man and woman were at the height of their powers sensible, ho... | A Passage To India |
"We will, in England, if I ever take home leave." | Cyril Fielding | like you. Let's meet again."<|quote|>"We will, in England, if I ever take home leave."</|quote|>"But I suppose you're not | affirmed. "I'm glad, for I like you. Let's meet again."<|quote|>"We will, in England, if I ever take home leave."</|quote|>"But I suppose you're not likely to do that yet." | on other occasions; the shadow of the shadow of a dream fell over their clear-cut interests, and objects never seen again seemed messages from another world. "And I do like you so very much, if I may say so," he affirmed. "I'm glad, for I like you. Let's meet again."<|quote|>"We will, in England, if I ever take home le... | they stood on the same footing of insight. They did not think they were wrong, because as soon as honest people think they are wrong instability sets up. Not for them was an infinite goal behind the stars, and they never sought it. But wistfulness descended on them now, as on other occasions; the shadow of the shadow o... | Both man and woman were at the height of their powers sensible, honest, even subtle. They spoke the same language, and held the same opinions, and the variety of age and sex did not divide them. Yet they were dissatisfied. When they agreed, "I want to go on living a bit," or, "I don't believe in God," the words were fo... | for you in return, but I see you've all you want." "I think so," he replied after a pause. "I have never felt more happy and secure out here. I really do get on with Indians, and they do trust me. It's pleasant that I haven't had to resign my job. It's pleasant to be praised by an L.-G. Until the next earthquake I rema... | is too absurd in any case. It begins and continues for such very slight reasons. The social business props it up on one side, and the theological business on the other, but neither of them are marriage, are they? I've friends who can't remember why they married, no more can their wives. I suspect that it mostly happens... | could she have known what we don't?" "Telepathy, possibly." The pert, meagre word fell to the ground. Telepathy? What an explanation! Better withdraw it, and Adela did so. She was at the end of her spiritual tether, and so was he. Were there worlds beyond which they could never touch, or did all that is possible enter ... | A Passage To India |
"But I suppose you're not likely to do that yet." | Adela Quested | I ever take home leave."<|quote|>"But I suppose you're not likely to do that yet."</|quote|>"Quite a chance. I have | "We will, in England, if I ever take home leave."<|quote|>"But I suppose you're not likely to do that yet."</|quote|>"Quite a chance. I have a scheme on now as | dream fell over their clear-cut interests, and objects never seen again seemed messages from another world. "And I do like you so very much, if I may say so," he affirmed. "I'm glad, for I like you. Let's meet again." "We will, in England, if I ever take home leave."<|quote|>"But I suppose you're not likely to do that ... | not think they were wrong, because as soon as honest people think they are wrong instability sets up. Not for them was an infinite goal behind the stars, and they never sought it. But wistfulness descended on them now, as on other occasions; the shadow of the shadow of a dream fell over their clear-cut interests, and o... | powers sensible, honest, even subtle. They spoke the same language, and held the same opinions, and the variety of age and sex did not divide them. Yet they were dissatisfied. When they agreed, "I want to go on living a bit," or, "I don't believe in God," the words were followed by a curious backwash as though the univ... | want." "I think so," he replied after a pause. "I have never felt more happy and secure out here. I really do get on with Indians, and they do trust me. It's pleasant that I haven't had to resign my job. It's pleasant to be praised by an L.-G. Until the next earthquake I remain as I am." "Of course this death has been ... | for such very slight reasons. The social business props it up on one side, and the theological business on the other, but neither of them are marriage, are they? I've friends who can't remember why they married, no more can their wives. I suspect that it mostly happens haphazard, though afterwards various noble reasons... | be real." "Don't let it become too real, or you'll die yourself. That is the objection to meditating upon death. We are subdued to what we work in. I have felt the same temptation, and had to sheer off. I want to go on living a bit." "So do I." A friendliness, as of dwarfs shaking hands, was in the air. Both man and wo... | A Passage To India |
"Quite a chance. I have a scheme on now as a matter of fact." | Cyril Fielding | likely to do that yet."<|quote|>"Quite a chance. I have a scheme on now as a matter of fact."</|quote|>"Oh, that would be very | "But I suppose you're not likely to do that yet."<|quote|>"Quite a chance. I have a scheme on now as a matter of fact."</|quote|>"Oh, that would be very nice." So it petered out. | again seemed messages from another world. "And I do like you so very much, if I may say so," he affirmed. "I'm glad, for I like you. Let's meet again." "We will, in England, if I ever take home leave." "But I suppose you're not likely to do that yet."<|quote|>"Quite a chance. I have a scheme on now as a matter of fact.... | people think they are wrong instability sets up. Not for them was an infinite goal behind the stars, and they never sought it. But wistfulness descended on them now, as on other occasions; the shadow of the shadow of a dream fell over their clear-cut interests, and objects never seen again seemed messages from another ... | and held the same opinions, and the variety of age and sex did not divide them. Yet they were dissatisfied. When they agreed, "I want to go on living a bit," or, "I don't believe in God," the words were followed by a curious backwash as though the universe had displaced itself to fill up a tiny void, or as though they ... | have never felt more happy and secure out here. I really do get on with Indians, and they do trust me. It's pleasant that I haven't had to resign my job. It's pleasant to be praised by an L.-G. Until the next earthquake I remain as I am." "Of course this death has been troubling me." "Aziz was so fond of her too." "But... | up on one side, and the theological business on the other, but neither of them are marriage, are they? I've friends who can't remember why they married, no more can their wives. I suspect that it mostly happens haphazard, though afterwards various noble reasons are invented. About marriage I am cynical." "I am not. Thi... | often. You have been excessively kind. Now that I'm going, I realize it. I wish I could do something for you in return, but I see you've all you want." "I think so," he replied after a pause. "I have never felt more happy and secure out here. I really do get on with Indians, and they do trust me. It's pleasant that I h... | A Passage To India |
"Oh, that would be very nice." | Adela Quested | as a matter of fact."<|quote|>"Oh, that would be very nice."</|quote|>So it petered out. Ten | have a scheme on now as a matter of fact."<|quote|>"Oh, that would be very nice."</|quote|>So it petered out. Ten days later Adela went off, | if I may say so," he affirmed. "I'm glad, for I like you. Let's meet again." "We will, in England, if I ever take home leave." "But I suppose you're not likely to do that yet." "Quite a chance. I have a scheme on now as a matter of fact."<|quote|>"Oh, that would be very nice."</|quote|>So it petered out. Ten days later... | goal behind the stars, and they never sought it. But wistfulness descended on them now, as on other occasions; the shadow of the shadow of a dream fell over their clear-cut interests, and objects never seen again seemed messages from another world. "And I do like you so very much, if I may say so," he affirmed. "I'm gl... | divide them. Yet they were dissatisfied. When they agreed, "I want to go on living a bit," or, "I don't believe in God," the words were followed by a curious backwash as though the universe had displaced itself to fill up a tiny void, or as though they had seen their own gestures from an immense height dwarfs talking, ... | with Indians, and they do trust me. It's pleasant that I haven't had to resign my job. It's pleasant to be praised by an L.-G. Until the next earthquake I remain as I am." "Of course this death has been troubling me." "Aziz was so fond of her too." "But it has made me remember that we must all die: all these personal r... | them are marriage, are they? I've friends who can't remember why they married, no more can their wives. I suspect that it mostly happens haphazard, though afterwards various noble reasons are invented. About marriage I am cynical." "I am not. This false start has been all my own fault. I was bringing to Ronny nothing t... | felt the same temptation, and had to sheer off. I want to go on living a bit." "So do I." A friendliness, as of dwarfs shaking hands, was in the air. Both man and woman were at the height of their powers sensible, honest, even subtle. They spoke the same language, and held the same opinions, and the variety of age and ... | A Passage To India |
So it petered out. Ten days later Adela went off, by the same route as her dead friend. The final beat up before the monsoon had come. The country was stricken and blurred. Its houses, trees and fields were all modelled out of the same brown paste, and the sea at Bombay slid about like broth against the quays. Her last... | No speaker | that would be very nice."<|quote|>So it petered out. Ten days later Adela went off, by the same route as her dead friend. The final beat up before the monsoon had come. The country was stricken and blurred. Its houses, trees and fields were all modelled out of the same brown paste, and the sea at Bombay slid about like... | a matter of fact." "Oh, that would be very nice."<|quote|>So it petered out. Ten days later Adela went off, by the same route as her dead friend. The final beat up before the monsoon had come. The country was stricken and blurred. Its houses, trees and fields were all modelled out of the same brown paste, and the sea a... | affirmed. "I'm glad, for I like you. Let's meet again." "We will, in England, if I ever take home leave." "But I suppose you're not likely to do that yet." "Quite a chance. I have a scheme on now as a matter of fact." "Oh, that would be very nice."<|quote|>So it petered out. Ten days later Adela went off, by the same r... | never sought it. But wistfulness descended on them now, as on other occasions; the shadow of the shadow of a dream fell over their clear-cut interests, and objects never seen again seemed messages from another world. "And I do like you so very much, if I may say so," he affirmed. "I'm glad, for I like you. Let's meet a... | When they agreed, "I want to go on living a bit," or, "I don't believe in God," the words were followed by a curious backwash as though the universe had displaced itself to fill up a tiny void, or as though they had seen their own gestures from an immense height dwarfs talking, shaking hands and assuring each other tha... | me. It's pleasant that I haven't had to resign my job. It's pleasant to be praised by an L.-G. Until the next earthquake I remain as I am." "Of course this death has been troubling me." "Aziz was so fond of her too." "But it has made me remember that we must all die: all these personal relations we try to live by are t... | friends who can't remember why they married, no more can their wives. I suspect that it mostly happens haphazard, though afterwards various noble reasons are invented. About marriage I am cynical." "I am not. This false start has been all my own fault. I was bringing to Ronny nothing that ought to be brought, that was ... | of their powers sensible, honest, even subtle. They spoke the same language, and held the same opinions, and the variety of age and sex did not divide them. Yet they were dissatisfied. When they agreed, "I want to go on living a bit," or, "I don't believe in God," the words were followed by a curious backwash as though... | A Passage To India |
the missionary asked. | No speaker | your taste of the tropics?"<|quote|>the missionary asked.</|quote|>"Observe, I don't say to | in your own country after your taste of the tropics?"<|quote|>the missionary asked.</|quote|>"Observe, I don't say to what do you turn, but | charming in the light of a rose-grey morning. She went on shore there with an American missionary, they walked out to the Lesseps statue, they drank the tonic air of the Levant. "To what duties, Miss Quested, are you returning in your own country after your taste of the tropics?"<|quote|>the missionary asked.</|quote|>... | the Indian Ocean and the Red Sea she was left to herself, and to the dregs of Chandrapore. With Egypt the atmosphere altered. The clean sands, heaped on each side of the canal, seemed to wipe off everything that was difficult and equivocal, and even Port Said looked pure and charming in the light of a rose-grey morning... | come. The country was stricken and blurred. Its houses, trees and fields were all modelled out of the same brown paste, and the sea at Bombay slid about like broth against the quays. Her last Indian adventure was with Antony, who followed her on to the boat and tried to blackmail her. She had been Mr. Fielding's mistre... | though the universe had displaced itself to fill up a tiny void, or as though they had seen their own gestures from an immense height dwarfs talking, shaking hands and assuring each other that they stood on the same footing of insight. They did not think they were wrong, because as soon as honest people think they are ... | fell to the ground. Telepathy? What an explanation! Better withdraw it, and Adela did so. She was at the end of her spiritual tether, and so was he. Were there worlds beyond which they could never touch, or did all that is possible enter their consciousness? They could not tell. They only realized that their outlook wa... | When they agreed, "I want to go on living a bit," or, "I don't believe in God," the words were followed by a curious backwash as though the universe had displaced itself to fill up a tiny void, or as though they had seen their own gestures from an immense height dwarfs talking, shaking hands and assuring each other tha... | A Passage To India |
(he pointed to the statue) | No speaker | a _re_-turn. This celebrated pioneer"<|quote|>(he pointed to the statue)</|quote|>"will make my question clear. | contain both a turn and a _re_-turn. This celebrated pioneer"<|quote|>(he pointed to the statue)</|quote|>"will make my question clear. He turns to the East, | "To what duties, Miss Quested, are you returning in your own country after your taste of the tropics?" the missionary asked. "Observe, I don't say to what do you turn, but to what do you _re_-turn. Every life ought to contain both a turn and a _re_-turn. This celebrated pioneer"<|quote|>(he pointed to the statue)</|quo... | canal, seemed to wipe off everything that was difficult and equivocal, and even Port Said looked pure and charming in the light of a rose-grey morning. She went on shore there with an American missionary, they walked out to the Lesseps statue, they drank the tonic air of the Levant. "To what duties, Miss Quested, are y... | quays. Her last Indian adventure was with Antony, who followed her on to the boat and tried to blackmail her. She had been Mr. Fielding's mistress, Antony said. Perhaps Antony was discontented with his tip. She rang the cabin bell and had him turned out, but his statement created rather a scandal, and people did not sp... | other that they stood on the same footing of insight. They did not think they were wrong, because as soon as honest people think they are wrong instability sets up. Not for them was an infinite goal behind the stars, and they never sought it. But wistfulness descended on them now, as on other occasions; the shadow of t... | which they could never touch, or did all that is possible enter their consciousness? They could not tell. They only realized that their outlook was more or less similar, and found in this a satisfaction. Perhaps life is a mystery, not a muddle; they could not tell. Perhaps the hundred Indias which fuss and squabble so ... | to do that yet." "Quite a chance. I have a scheme on now as a matter of fact." "Oh, that would be very nice." So it petered out. Ten days later Adela went off, by the same route as her dead friend. The final beat up before the monsoon had come. The country was stricken and blurred. Its houses, trees and fields were all... | A Passage To India |
The missionary looked at her humorously, in order to cover the emptiness of his mind. He had no idea what he meant by "turn" and "return," but he often used words in pairs, for the sake of moral brightness. | No speaker | holds a string of sausages."<|quote|>The missionary looked at her humorously, in order to cover the emptiness of his mind. He had no idea what he meant by "turn" and "return," but he often used words in pairs, for the sake of moral brightness.</|quote|>"I see," she replied. Suddenly, | his hands, one of which holds a string of sausages."<|quote|>The missionary looked at her humorously, in order to cover the emptiness of his mind. He had no idea what he meant by "turn" and "return," but he often used words in pairs, for the sake of moral brightness.</|quote|>"I see," she replied. Suddenly, in the Medi... | to contain both a turn and a _re_-turn. This celebrated pioneer" (he pointed to the statue) "will make my question clear. He turns to the East, he _re_-turns to the West. You can see it from the cute position of his hands, one of which holds a string of sausages."<|quote|>The missionary looked at her humorously, in ord... | the Lesseps statue, they drank the tonic air of the Levant. "To what duties, Miss Quested, are you returning in your own country after your taste of the tropics?" the missionary asked. "Observe, I don't say to what do you turn, but to what do you _re_-turn. Every life ought to contain both a turn and a _re_-turn. This ... | bell and had him turned out, but his statement created rather a scandal, and people did not speak to her much during the first part of the voyage. Through the Indian Ocean and the Red Sea she was left to herself, and to the dregs of Chandrapore. With Egypt the atmosphere altered. The clean sands, heaped on each side of... | stars, and they never sought it. But wistfulness descended on them now, as on other occasions; the shadow of the shadow of a dream fell over their clear-cut interests, and objects never seen again seemed messages from another world. "And I do like you so very much, if I may say so," he affirmed. "I'm glad, for I like y... | mystery, not a muddle; they could not tell. Perhaps the hundred Indias which fuss and squabble so tiresomely are one, and the universe they mirror is one. They had not the apparatus for judging. "Write to me when you get to England." "I shall, often. You have been excessively kind. Now that I'm going, I realize it. I w... | and the variety of age and sex did not divide them. Yet they were dissatisfied. When they agreed, "I want to go on living a bit," or, "I don't believe in God," the words were followed by a curious backwash as though the universe had displaced itself to fill up a tiny void, or as though they had seen their own gestures ... | A Passage To India |
"I see," | Adela Quested | the sake of moral brightness.<|quote|>"I see,"</|quote|>she replied. Suddenly, in the | used words in pairs, for the sake of moral brightness.<|quote|>"I see,"</|quote|>she replied. Suddenly, in the Mediterranean clarity, she had seen. | of his hands, one of which holds a string of sausages." The missionary looked at her humorously, in order to cover the emptiness of his mind. He had no idea what he meant by "turn" and "return," but he often used words in pairs, for the sake of moral brightness.<|quote|>"I see,"</|quote|>she replied. Suddenly, in the M... | you turn, but to what do you _re_-turn. Every life ought to contain both a turn and a _re_-turn. This celebrated pioneer" (he pointed to the statue) "will make my question clear. He turns to the East, he _re_-turns to the West. You can see it from the cute position of his hands, one of which holds a string of sausages.... | to herself, and to the dregs of Chandrapore. With Egypt the atmosphere altered. The clean sands, heaped on each side of the canal, seemed to wipe off everything that was difficult and equivocal, and even Port Said looked pure and charming in the light of a rose-grey morning. She went on shore there with an American mis... | "And I do like you so very much, if I may say so," he affirmed. "I'm glad, for I like you. Let's meet again." "We will, in England, if I ever take home leave." "But I suppose you're not likely to do that yet." "Quite a chance. I have a scheme on now as a matter of fact." "Oh, that would be very nice." So it petered out... | get to England." "I shall, often. You have been excessively kind. Now that I'm going, I realize it. I wish I could do something for you in return, but I see you've all you want." "I think so," he replied after a pause. "I have never felt more happy and secure out here. I really do get on with Indians, and they do trust... | same footing of insight. They did not think they were wrong, because as soon as honest people think they are wrong instability sets up. Not for them was an infinite goal behind the stars, and they never sought it. But wistfulness descended on them now, as on other occasions; the shadow of the shadow of a dream fell ove... | A Passage To India |
she replied. Suddenly, in the Mediterranean clarity, she had seen. Her first duty on returning to England was to look up those other children of Mrs. Moore's, Ralph and Stella, then she would turn to her profession. Mrs. Moore had tended to keep the products of her two marriages apart, and Adela had not come across the... | No speaker | of moral brightness. "I see,"<|quote|>she replied. Suddenly, in the Mediterranean clarity, she had seen. Her first duty on returning to England was to look up those other children of Mrs. Moore's, Ralph and Stella, then she would turn to her profession. Mrs. Moore had tended to keep the products of her two marriages ap... | in pairs, for the sake of moral brightness. "I see,"<|quote|>she replied. Suddenly, in the Mediterranean clarity, she had seen. Her first duty on returning to England was to look up those other children of Mrs. Moore's, Ralph and Stella, then she would turn to her profession. Mrs. Moore had tended to keep the products ... | hands, one of which holds a string of sausages." The missionary looked at her humorously, in order to cover the emptiness of his mind. He had no idea what he meant by "turn" and "return," but he often used words in pairs, for the sake of moral brightness. "I see,"<|quote|>she replied. Suddenly, in the Mediterranean cla... | but to what do you _re_-turn. Every life ought to contain both a turn and a _re_-turn. This celebrated pioneer" (he pointed to the statue) "will make my question clear. He turns to the East, he _re_-turns to the West. You can see it from the cute position of his hands, one of which holds a string of sausages." The miss... | and to the dregs of Chandrapore. With Egypt the atmosphere altered. The clean sands, heaped on each side of the canal, seemed to wipe off everything that was difficult and equivocal, and even Port Said looked pure and charming in the light of a rose-grey morning. She went on shore there with an American missionary, the... | do like you so very much, if I may say so," he affirmed. "I'm glad, for I like you. Let's meet again." "We will, in England, if I ever take home leave." "But I suppose you're not likely to do that yet." "Quite a chance. I have a scheme on now as a matter of fact." "Oh, that would be very nice." So it petered out. Ten d... | England." "I shall, often. You have been excessively kind. Now that I'm going, I realize it. I wish I could do something for you in return, but I see you've all you want." "I think so," he replied after a pause. "I have never felt more happy and secure out here. I really do get on with Indians, and they do trust me. It... | to blackmail her. She had been Mr. Fielding's mistress, Antony said. Perhaps Antony was discontented with his tip. She rang the cabin bell and had him turned out, but his statement created rather a scandal, and people did not speak to her much during the first part of the voyage. Through the Indian Ocean and the Red Se... | A Passage To India |
"My dear Das, why, when you tried to send me to prison, should I try to send Mr. Bhattacharya a poem? Eh? That is naturally entirely a joke. I will write him the best I can, but I thought your magazine was for Hindus." | Dr. Aziz | monthly magazine. He accorded both.<|quote|>"My dear Das, why, when you tried to send me to prison, should I try to send Mr. Bhattacharya a poem? Eh? That is naturally entirely a joke. I will write him the best I can, but I thought your magazine was for Hindus."</|quote|>"It is not for Hindus, | poem for his brother-in-law's new monthly magazine. He accorded both.<|quote|>"My dear Das, why, when you tried to send me to prison, should I try to send Mr. Bhattacharya a poem? Eh? That is naturally entirely a joke. I will write him the best I can, but I thought your magazine was for Hindus."</|quote|>"It is not for... | them a genuine desire for a good understanding. Aziz, when he was at the hospital one day, received a visit from rather a sympathetic figure: Mr. Das. The magistrate sought two favours from him: a remedy for shingles and a poem for his brother-in-law's new monthly magazine. He accorded both.<|quote|>"My dear Das, why, ... | profession. Mrs. Moore had tended to keep the products of her two marriages apart, and Adela had not come across the younger branch so far. CHAPTER XXX Another local consequence of the trial was a Hindu-Moslem entente. Loud protestations of amity were exchanged by prominent citizens, and there went with them a genuine ... | _re_-turns to the West. You can see it from the cute position of his hands, one of which holds a string of sausages." The missionary looked at her humorously, in order to cover the emptiness of his mind. He had no idea what he meant by "turn" and "return," but he often used words in pairs, for the sake of moral brightn... | tried to blackmail her. She had been Mr. Fielding's mistress, Antony said. Perhaps Antony was discontented with his tip. She rang the cabin bell and had him turned out, but his statement created rather a scandal, and people did not speak to her much during the first part of the voyage. Through the Indian Ocean and the ... | a notion one gets from novels, because some of the characters are usually left talking at the end. Now death spares no one' begins to be real." "Don't let it become too real, or you'll die yourself. That is the objection to meditating upon death. We are subdued to what we work in. I have felt the same temptation, and h... | do that yet." "Quite a chance. I have a scheme on now as a matter of fact." "Oh, that would be very nice." So it petered out. Ten days later Adela went off, by the same route as her dead friend. The final beat up before the monsoon had come. The country was stricken and blurred. Its houses, trees and fields were all mo... | A Passage To India |
"It is not for Hindus, but Indians generally," | Mr. Das | your magazine was for Hindus."<|quote|>"It is not for Hindus, but Indians generally,"</|quote|>he said timidly. "There is | I can, but I thought your magazine was for Hindus."<|quote|>"It is not for Hindus, but Indians generally,"</|quote|>he said timidly. "There is no such person in existence | new monthly magazine. He accorded both. "My dear Das, why, when you tried to send me to prison, should I try to send Mr. Bhattacharya a poem? Eh? That is naturally entirely a joke. I will write him the best I can, but I thought your magazine was for Hindus."<|quote|>"It is not for Hindus, but Indians generally,"</|quot... | prominent citizens, and there went with them a genuine desire for a good understanding. Aziz, when he was at the hospital one day, received a visit from rather a sympathetic figure: Mr. Das. The magistrate sought two favours from him: a remedy for shingles and a poem for his brother-in-law's new monthly magazine. He ac... | meant by "turn" and "return," but he often used words in pairs, for the sake of moral brightness. "I see," she replied. Suddenly, in the Mediterranean clarity, she had seen. Her first duty on returning to England was to look up those other children of Mrs. Moore's, Ralph and Stella, then she would turn to her professio... | during the first part of the voyage. Through the Indian Ocean and the Red Sea she was left to herself, and to the dregs of Chandrapore. With Egypt the atmosphere altered. The clean sands, heaped on each side of the canal, seemed to wipe off everything that was difficult and equivocal, and even Port Said looked pure and... | death. We are subdued to what we work in. I have felt the same temptation, and had to sheer off. I want to go on living a bit." "So do I." A friendliness, as of dwarfs shaking hands, was in the air. Both man and woman were at the height of their powers sensible, honest, even subtle. They spoke the same language, and he... | East, he _re_-turns to the West. You can see it from the cute position of his hands, one of which holds a string of sausages." The missionary looked at her humorously, in order to cover the emptiness of his mind. He had no idea what he meant by "turn" and "return," but he often used words in pairs, for the sake of mora... | A Passage To India |
he said timidly. | No speaker | for Hindus, but Indians generally,"<|quote|>he said timidly.</|quote|>"There is no such person | for Hindus." "It is not for Hindus, but Indians generally,"<|quote|>he said timidly.</|quote|>"There is no such person in existence as the general | Das, why, when you tried to send me to prison, should I try to send Mr. Bhattacharya a poem? Eh? That is naturally entirely a joke. I will write him the best I can, but I thought your magazine was for Hindus." "It is not for Hindus, but Indians generally,"<|quote|>he said timidly.</|quote|>"There is no such person in e... | genuine desire for a good understanding. Aziz, when he was at the hospital one day, received a visit from rather a sympathetic figure: Mr. Das. The magistrate sought two favours from him: a remedy for shingles and a poem for his brother-in-law's new monthly magazine. He accorded both. "My dear Das, why, when you tried ... | used words in pairs, for the sake of moral brightness. "I see," she replied. Suddenly, in the Mediterranean clarity, she had seen. Her first duty on returning to England was to look up those other children of Mrs. Moore's, Ralph and Stella, then she would turn to her profession. Mrs. Moore had tended to keep the produc... | the Indian Ocean and the Red Sea she was left to herself, and to the dregs of Chandrapore. With Egypt the atmosphere altered. The clean sands, heaped on each side of the canal, seemed to wipe off everything that was difficult and equivocal, and even Port Said looked pure and charming in the light of a rose-grey morning... | in. I have felt the same temptation, and had to sheer off. I want to go on living a bit." "So do I." A friendliness, as of dwarfs shaking hands, was in the air. Both man and woman were at the height of their powers sensible, honest, even subtle. They spoke the same language, and held the same opinions, and the variety ... | the Indian Ocean and the Red Sea she was left to herself, and to the dregs of Chandrapore. With Egypt the atmosphere altered. The clean sands, heaped on each side of the canal, seemed to wipe off everything that was difficult and equivocal, and even Port Said looked pure and charming in the light of a rose-grey morning... | A Passage To India |
"There is no such person in existence as the general Indian." | Dr. Aziz | Indians generally," he said timidly.<|quote|>"There is no such person in existence as the general Indian."</|quote|>"There was not, but there | is not for Hindus, but Indians generally," he said timidly.<|quote|>"There is no such person in existence as the general Indian."</|quote|>"There was not, but there may be when you have | you tried to send me to prison, should I try to send Mr. Bhattacharya a poem? Eh? That is naturally entirely a joke. I will write him the best I can, but I thought your magazine was for Hindus." "It is not for Hindus, but Indians generally," he said timidly.<|quote|>"There is no such person in existence as the general ... | a good understanding. Aziz, when he was at the hospital one day, received a visit from rather a sympathetic figure: Mr. Das. The magistrate sought two favours from him: a remedy for shingles and a poem for his brother-in-law's new monthly magazine. He accorded both. "My dear Das, why, when you tried to send me to priso... | pairs, for the sake of moral brightness. "I see," she replied. Suddenly, in the Mediterranean clarity, she had seen. Her first duty on returning to England was to look up those other children of Mrs. Moore's, Ralph and Stella, then she would turn to her profession. Mrs. Moore had tended to keep the products of her two ... | and the Red Sea she was left to herself, and to the dregs of Chandrapore. With Egypt the atmosphere altered. The clean sands, heaped on each side of the canal, seemed to wipe off everything that was difficult and equivocal, and even Port Said looked pure and charming in the light of a rose-grey morning. She went on sho... | felt the same temptation, and had to sheer off. I want to go on living a bit." "So do I." A friendliness, as of dwarfs shaking hands, was in the air. Both man and woman were at the height of their powers sensible, honest, even subtle. They spoke the same language, and held the same opinions, and the variety of age and ... | own country after your taste of the tropics?" the missionary asked. "Observe, I don't say to what do you turn, but to what do you _re_-turn. Every life ought to contain both a turn and a _re_-turn. This celebrated pioneer" (he pointed to the statue) "will make my question clear. He turns to the East, he _re_-turns to t... | A Passage To India |
"There was not, but there may be when you have written a poem. You are our hero; the whole city is behind you, irrespective of creed." | Mr. Das | existence as the general Indian."<|quote|>"There was not, but there may be when you have written a poem. You are our hero; the whole city is behind you, irrespective of creed."</|quote|>"I know, but will it | is no such person in existence as the general Indian."<|quote|>"There was not, but there may be when you have written a poem. You are our hero; the whole city is behind you, irrespective of creed."</|quote|>"I know, but will it last?" "I fear not," said | send Mr. Bhattacharya a poem? Eh? That is naturally entirely a joke. I will write him the best I can, but I thought your magazine was for Hindus." "It is not for Hindus, but Indians generally," he said timidly. "There is no such person in existence as the general Indian."<|quote|>"There was not, but there may be when y... | day, received a visit from rather a sympathetic figure: Mr. Das. The magistrate sought two favours from him: a remedy for shingles and a poem for his brother-in-law's new monthly magazine. He accorded both. "My dear Das, why, when you tried to send me to prison, should I try to send Mr. Bhattacharya a poem? Eh? That is... | Suddenly, in the Mediterranean clarity, she had seen. Her first duty on returning to England was to look up those other children of Mrs. Moore's, Ralph and Stella, then she would turn to her profession. Mrs. Moore had tended to keep the products of her two marriages apart, and Adela had not come across the younger bran... | the dregs of Chandrapore. With Egypt the atmosphere altered. The clean sands, heaped on each side of the canal, seemed to wipe off everything that was difficult and equivocal, and even Port Said looked pure and charming in the light of a rose-grey morning. She went on shore there with an American missionary, they walke... | to go on living a bit." "So do I." A friendliness, as of dwarfs shaking hands, was in the air. Both man and woman were at the height of their powers sensible, honest, even subtle. They spoke the same language, and held the same opinions, and the variety of age and sex did not divide them. Yet they were dissatisfied. Wh... | leave." "But I suppose you're not likely to do that yet." "Quite a chance. I have a scheme on now as a matter of fact." "Oh, that would be very nice." So it petered out. Ten days later Adela went off, by the same route as her dead friend. The final beat up before the monsoon had come. The country was stricken and blurr... | A Passage To India |
"I know, but will it last?" | Dr. Aziz | behind you, irrespective of creed."<|quote|>"I know, but will it last?"</|quote|>"I fear not," said Das, | hero; the whole city is behind you, irrespective of creed."<|quote|>"I know, but will it last?"</|quote|>"I fear not," said Das, who had much mental clearness. | for Hindus." "It is not for Hindus, but Indians generally," he said timidly. "There is no such person in existence as the general Indian." "There was not, but there may be when you have written a poem. You are our hero; the whole city is behind you, irrespective of creed."<|quote|>"I know, but will it last?"</|quote|>"... | his brother-in-law's new monthly magazine. He accorded both. "My dear Das, why, when you tried to send me to prison, should I try to send Mr. Bhattacharya a poem? Eh? That is naturally entirely a joke. I will write him the best I can, but I thought your magazine was for Hindus." "It is not for Hindus, but Indians gener... | and Stella, then she would turn to her profession. Mrs. Moore had tended to keep the products of her two marriages apart, and Adela had not come across the younger branch so far. CHAPTER XXX Another local consequence of the trial was a Hindu-Moslem entente. Loud protestations of amity were exchanged by prominent citize... | difficult and equivocal, and even Port Said looked pure and charming in the light of a rose-grey morning. She went on shore there with an American missionary, they walked out to the Lesseps statue, they drank the tonic air of the Levant. "To what duties, Miss Quested, are you returning in your own country after your ta... | the height of their powers sensible, honest, even subtle. They spoke the same language, and held the same opinions, and the variety of age and sex did not divide them. Yet they were dissatisfied. When they agreed, "I want to go on living a bit," or, "I don't believe in God," the words were followed by a curious backwas... | and the sea at Bombay slid about like broth against the quays. Her last Indian adventure was with Antony, who followed her on to the boat and tried to blackmail her. She had been Mr. Fielding's mistress, Antony said. Perhaps Antony was discontented with his tip. She rang the cabin bell and had him turned out, but his s... | A Passage To India |
"I fear not," | Mr. Das | know, but will it last?"<|quote|>"I fear not,"</|quote|>said Das, who had much | you, irrespective of creed." "I know, but will it last?"<|quote|>"I fear not,"</|quote|>said Das, who had much mental clearness. "And for that | Hindus, but Indians generally," he said timidly. "There is no such person in existence as the general Indian." "There was not, but there may be when you have written a poem. You are our hero; the whole city is behind you, irrespective of creed." "I know, but will it last?"<|quote|>"I fear not,"</|quote|>said Das, who h... | accorded both. "My dear Das, why, when you tried to send me to prison, should I try to send Mr. Bhattacharya a poem? Eh? That is naturally entirely a joke. I will write him the best I can, but I thought your magazine was for Hindus." "It is not for Hindus, but Indians generally," he said timidly. "There is no such pers... | to her profession. Mrs. Moore had tended to keep the products of her two marriages apart, and Adela had not come across the younger branch so far. CHAPTER XXX Another local consequence of the trial was a Hindu-Moslem entente. Loud protestations of amity were exchanged by prominent citizens, and there went with them a g... | Said looked pure and charming in the light of a rose-grey morning. She went on shore there with an American missionary, they walked out to the Lesseps statue, they drank the tonic air of the Levant. "To what duties, Miss Quested, are you returning in your own country after your taste of the tropics?" the missionary ask... | honest, even subtle. They spoke the same language, and held the same opinions, and the variety of age and sex did not divide them. Yet they were dissatisfied. When they agreed, "I want to go on living a bit," or, "I don't believe in God," the words were followed by a curious backwash as though the universe had displace... | part of the voyage. Through the Indian Ocean and the Red Sea she was left to herself, and to the dregs of Chandrapore. With Egypt the atmosphere altered. The clean sands, heaped on each side of the canal, seemed to wipe off everything that was difficult and equivocal, and even Port Said looked pure and charming in the ... | A Passage To India |
said Das, who had much mental clearness. | No speaker | it last?" "I fear not,"<|quote|>said Das, who had much mental clearness.</|quote|>"And for that reason, if | creed." "I know, but will it last?" "I fear not,"<|quote|>said Das, who had much mental clearness.</|quote|>"And for that reason, if I may say so, do | generally," he said timidly. "There is no such person in existence as the general Indian." "There was not, but there may be when you have written a poem. You are our hero; the whole city is behind you, irrespective of creed." "I know, but will it last?" "I fear not,"<|quote|>said Das, who had much mental clearness.</|q... | dear Das, why, when you tried to send me to prison, should I try to send Mr. Bhattacharya a poem? Eh? That is naturally entirely a joke. I will write him the best I can, but I thought your magazine was for Hindus." "It is not for Hindus, but Indians generally," he said timidly. "There is no such person in existence as ... | Mrs. Moore had tended to keep the products of her two marriages apart, and Adela had not come across the younger branch so far. CHAPTER XXX Another local consequence of the trial was a Hindu-Moslem entente. Loud protestations of amity were exchanged by prominent citizens, and there went with them a genuine desire for a... | and charming in the light of a rose-grey morning. She went on shore there with an American missionary, they walked out to the Lesseps statue, they drank the tonic air of the Levant. "To what duties, Miss Quested, are you returning in your own country after your taste of the tropics?" the missionary asked. "Observe, I d... | They spoke the same language, and held the same opinions, and the variety of age and sex did not divide them. Yet they were dissatisfied. When they agreed, "I want to go on living a bit," or, "I don't believe in God," the words were followed by a curious backwash as though the universe had displaced itself to fill up a... | created rather a scandal, and people did not speak to her much during the first part of the voyage. Through the Indian Ocean and the Red Sea she was left to herself, and to the dregs of Chandrapore. With Egypt the atmosphere altered. The clean sands, heaped on each side of the canal, seemed to wipe off everything that ... | A Passage To India |
"And for that reason, if I may say so, do not introduce too many Persian expressions into the poem, and not too much about the bulbul." | Mr. Das | who had much mental clearness.<|quote|>"And for that reason, if I may say so, do not introduce too many Persian expressions into the poem, and not too much about the bulbul."</|quote|>"Half a sec," said Aziz, | "I fear not," said Das, who had much mental clearness.<|quote|>"And for that reason, if I may say so, do not introduce too many Persian expressions into the poem, and not too much about the bulbul."</|quote|>"Half a sec," said Aziz, biting his pencil. He was | such person in existence as the general Indian." "There was not, but there may be when you have written a poem. You are our hero; the whole city is behind you, irrespective of creed." "I know, but will it last?" "I fear not," said Das, who had much mental clearness.<|quote|>"And for that reason, if I may say so, do not... | send me to prison, should I try to send Mr. Bhattacharya a poem? Eh? That is naturally entirely a joke. I will write him the best I can, but I thought your magazine was for Hindus." "It is not for Hindus, but Indians generally," he said timidly. "There is no such person in existence as the general Indian." "There was n... | products of her two marriages apart, and Adela had not come across the younger branch so far. CHAPTER XXX Another local consequence of the trial was a Hindu-Moslem entente. Loud protestations of amity were exchanged by prominent citizens, and there went with them a genuine desire for a good understanding. Aziz, when he... | rose-grey morning. She went on shore there with an American missionary, they walked out to the Lesseps statue, they drank the tonic air of the Levant. "To what duties, Miss Quested, are you returning in your own country after your taste of the tropics?" the missionary asked. "Observe, I don't say to what do you turn, b... | the same opinions, and the variety of age and sex did not divide them. Yet they were dissatisfied. When they agreed, "I want to go on living a bit," or, "I don't believe in God," the words were followed by a curious backwash as though the universe had displaced itself to fill up a tiny void, or as though they had seen ... | Red Sea she was left to herself, and to the dregs of Chandrapore. With Egypt the atmosphere altered. The clean sands, heaped on each side of the canal, seemed to wipe off everything that was difficult and equivocal, and even Port Said looked pure and charming in the light of a rose-grey morning. She went on shore there... | A Passage To India |
"Half a sec," | Dr. Aziz | too much about the bulbul."<|quote|>"Half a sec,"</|quote|>said Aziz, biting his pencil. | into the poem, and not too much about the bulbul."<|quote|>"Half a sec,"</|quote|>said Aziz, biting his pencil. He was writing out a | whole city is behind you, irrespective of creed." "I know, but will it last?" "I fear not," said Das, who had much mental clearness. "And for that reason, if I may say so, do not introduce too many Persian expressions into the poem, and not too much about the bulbul."<|quote|>"Half a sec,"</|quote|>said Aziz, biting hi... | I can, but I thought your magazine was for Hindus." "It is not for Hindus, but Indians generally," he said timidly. "There is no such person in existence as the general Indian." "There was not, but there may be when you have written a poem. You are our hero; the whole city is behind you, irrespective of creed." "I know... | a Hindu-Moslem entente. Loud protestations of amity were exchanged by prominent citizens, and there went with them a genuine desire for a good understanding. Aziz, when he was at the hospital one day, received a visit from rather a sympathetic figure: Mr. Das. The magistrate sought two favours from him: a remedy for sh... | "To what duties, Miss Quested, are you returning in your own country after your taste of the tropics?" the missionary asked. "Observe, I don't say to what do you turn, but to what do you _re_-turn. Every life ought to contain both a turn and a _re_-turn. This celebrated pioneer" (he pointed to the statue) "will make my... | living a bit," or, "I don't believe in God," the words were followed by a curious backwash as though the universe had displaced itself to fill up a tiny void, or as though they had seen their own gestures from an immense height dwarfs talking, shaking hands and assuring each other that they stood on the same footing of... | say to what do you turn, but to what do you _re_-turn. Every life ought to contain both a turn and a _re_-turn. This celebrated pioneer" (he pointed to the statue) "will make my question clear. He turns to the East, he _re_-turns to the West. You can see it from the cute position of his hands, one of which holds a stri... | A Passage To India |
said Aziz, biting his pencil. He was writing out a prescription. | No speaker | the bulbul." "Half a sec,"<|quote|>said Aziz, biting his pencil. He was writing out a prescription.</|quote|>"Here you are. . . | and not too much about the bulbul." "Half a sec,"<|quote|>said Aziz, biting his pencil. He was writing out a prescription.</|quote|>"Here you are. . . . Is not this better | behind you, irrespective of creed." "I know, but will it last?" "I fear not," said Das, who had much mental clearness. "And for that reason, if I may say so, do not introduce too many Persian expressions into the poem, and not too much about the bulbul." "Half a sec,"<|quote|>said Aziz, biting his pencil. He was writin... | I thought your magazine was for Hindus." "It is not for Hindus, but Indians generally," he said timidly. "There is no such person in existence as the general Indian." "There was not, but there may be when you have written a poem. You are our hero; the whole city is behind you, irrespective of creed." "I know, but will ... | Loud protestations of amity were exchanged by prominent citizens, and there went with them a genuine desire for a good understanding. Aziz, when he was at the hospital one day, received a visit from rather a sympathetic figure: Mr. Das. The magistrate sought two favours from him: a remedy for shingles and a poem for hi... | Miss Quested, are you returning in your own country after your taste of the tropics?" the missionary asked. "Observe, I don't say to what do you turn, but to what do you _re_-turn. Every life ought to contain both a turn and a _re_-turn. This celebrated pioneer" (he pointed to the statue) "will make my question clear. ... | or, "I don't believe in God," the words were followed by a curious backwash as though the universe had displaced itself to fill up a tiny void, or as though they had seen their own gestures from an immense height dwarfs talking, shaking hands and assuring each other that they stood on the same footing of insight. They ... | contain both a turn and a _re_-turn. This celebrated pioneer" (he pointed to the statue) "will make my question clear. He turns to the East, he _re_-turns to the West. You can see it from the cute position of his hands, one of which holds a string of sausages." The missionary looked at her humorously, in order to cover... | A Passage To India |
"Here you are. . . . Is not this better than a poem?" | Dr. Aziz | was writing out a prescription.<|quote|>"Here you are. . . . Is not this better than a poem?"</|quote|>"Happy the man who can | Aziz, biting his pencil. He was writing out a prescription.<|quote|>"Here you are. . . . Is not this better than a poem?"</|quote|>"Happy the man who can compose both." "You are full | "I fear not," said Das, who had much mental clearness. "And for that reason, if I may say so, do not introduce too many Persian expressions into the poem, and not too much about the bulbul." "Half a sec," said Aziz, biting his pencil. He was writing out a prescription.<|quote|>"Here you are. . . . Is not this better th... | Hindus, but Indians generally," he said timidly. "There is no such person in existence as the general Indian." "There was not, but there may be when you have written a poem. You are our hero; the whole city is behind you, irrespective of creed." "I know, but will it last?" "I fear not," said Das, who had much mental cl... | went with them a genuine desire for a good understanding. Aziz, when he was at the hospital one day, received a visit from rather a sympathetic figure: Mr. Das. The magistrate sought two favours from him: a remedy for shingles and a poem for his brother-in-law's new monthly magazine. He accorded both. "My dear Das, why... | taste of the tropics?" the missionary asked. "Observe, I don't say to what do you turn, but to what do you _re_-turn. Every life ought to contain both a turn and a _re_-turn. This celebrated pioneer" (he pointed to the statue) "will make my question clear. He turns to the East, he _re_-turns to the West. You can see it... | a curious backwash as though the universe had displaced itself to fill up a tiny void, or as though they had seen their own gestures from an immense height dwarfs talking, shaking hands and assuring each other that they stood on the same footing of insight. They did not think they were wrong, because as soon as honest ... | apart, and Adela had not come across the younger branch so far. CHAPTER XXX Another local consequence of the trial was a Hindu-Moslem entente. Loud protestations of amity were exchanged by prominent citizens, and there went with them a genuine desire for a good understanding. Aziz, when he was at the hospital one day, ... | A Passage To India |
"Happy the man who can compose both." | Mr. Das | this better than a poem?"<|quote|>"Happy the man who can compose both."</|quote|>"You are full of compliments | . . . Is not this better than a poem?"<|quote|>"Happy the man who can compose both."</|quote|>"You are full of compliments to-day." "I know you bear | reason, if I may say so, do not introduce too many Persian expressions into the poem, and not too much about the bulbul." "Half a sec," said Aziz, biting his pencil. He was writing out a prescription. "Here you are. . . . Is not this better than a poem?"<|quote|>"Happy the man who can compose both."</|quote|>"You are f... | existence as the general Indian." "There was not, but there may be when you have written a poem. You are our hero; the whole city is behind you, irrespective of creed." "I know, but will it last?" "I fear not," said Das, who had much mental clearness. "And for that reason, if I may say so, do not introduce too many Per... | was at the hospital one day, received a visit from rather a sympathetic figure: Mr. Das. The magistrate sought two favours from him: a remedy for shingles and a poem for his brother-in-law's new monthly magazine. He accorded both. "My dear Das, why, when you tried to send me to prison, should I try to send Mr. Bhattach... | do you turn, but to what do you _re_-turn. Every life ought to contain both a turn and a _re_-turn. This celebrated pioneer" (he pointed to the statue) "will make my question clear. He turns to the East, he _re_-turns to the West. You can see it from the cute position of his hands, one of which holds a string of sausag... | a tiny void, or as though they had seen their own gestures from an immense height dwarfs talking, shaking hands and assuring each other that they stood on the same footing of insight. They did not think they were wrong, because as soon as honest people think they are wrong instability sets up. Not for them was an infin... | sausages." The missionary looked at her humorously, in order to cover the emptiness of his mind. He had no idea what he meant by "turn" and "return," but he often used words in pairs, for the sake of moral brightness. "I see," she replied. Suddenly, in the Mediterranean clarity, she had seen. Her first duty on returnin... | A Passage To India |
"You are full of compliments to-day." | Dr. Aziz | man who can compose both."<|quote|>"You are full of compliments to-day."</|quote|>"I know you bear me | than a poem?" "Happy the man who can compose both."<|quote|>"You are full of compliments to-day."</|quote|>"I know you bear me a grudge for trying that | not introduce too many Persian expressions into the poem, and not too much about the bulbul." "Half a sec," said Aziz, biting his pencil. He was writing out a prescription. "Here you are. . . . Is not this better than a poem?" "Happy the man who can compose both."<|quote|>"You are full of compliments to-day."</|quote|>... | not, but there may be when you have written a poem. You are our hero; the whole city is behind you, irrespective of creed." "I know, but will it last?" "I fear not," said Das, who had much mental clearness. "And for that reason, if I may say so, do not introduce too many Persian expressions into the poem, and not too m... | a visit from rather a sympathetic figure: Mr. Das. The magistrate sought two favours from him: a remedy for shingles and a poem for his brother-in-law's new monthly magazine. He accorded both. "My dear Das, why, when you tried to send me to prison, should I try to send Mr. Bhattacharya a poem? Eh? That is naturally ent... | you _re_-turn. Every life ought to contain both a turn and a _re_-turn. This celebrated pioneer" (he pointed to the statue) "will make my question clear. He turns to the East, he _re_-turns to the West. You can see it from the cute position of his hands, one of which holds a string of sausages." The missionary looked a... | had seen their own gestures from an immense height dwarfs talking, shaking hands and assuring each other that they stood on the same footing of insight. They did not think they were wrong, because as soon as honest people think they are wrong instability sets up. Not for them was an infinite goal behind the stars, and ... | one day, received a visit from rather a sympathetic figure: Mr. Das. The magistrate sought two favours from him: a remedy for shingles and a poem for his brother-in-law's new monthly magazine. He accorded both. "My dear Das, why, when you tried to send me to prison, should I try to send Mr. Bhattacharya a poem? Eh? Tha... | A Passage To India |
"I know you bear me a grudge for trying that case," | Mr. Das | are full of compliments to-day."<|quote|>"I know you bear me a grudge for trying that case,"</|quote|>said the other, stretching out | who can compose both." "You are full of compliments to-day."<|quote|>"I know you bear me a grudge for trying that case,"</|quote|>said the other, stretching out his hand impulsively. "You are | into the poem, and not too much about the bulbul." "Half a sec," said Aziz, biting his pencil. He was writing out a prescription. "Here you are. . . . Is not this better than a poem?" "Happy the man who can compose both." "You are full of compliments to-day."<|quote|>"I know you bear me a grudge for trying that case,"<... | you have written a poem. You are our hero; the whole city is behind you, irrespective of creed." "I know, but will it last?" "I fear not," said Das, who had much mental clearness. "And for that reason, if I may say so, do not introduce too many Persian expressions into the poem, and not too much about the bulbul." "Hal... | figure: Mr. Das. The magistrate sought two favours from him: a remedy for shingles and a poem for his brother-in-law's new monthly magazine. He accorded both. "My dear Das, why, when you tried to send me to prison, should I try to send Mr. Bhattacharya a poem? Eh? That is naturally entirely a joke. I will write him the... | contain both a turn and a _re_-turn. This celebrated pioneer" (he pointed to the statue) "will make my question clear. He turns to the East, he _re_-turns to the West. You can see it from the cute position of his hands, one of which holds a string of sausages." The missionary looked at her humorously, in order to cover... | an immense height dwarfs talking, shaking hands and assuring each other that they stood on the same footing of insight. They did not think they were wrong, because as soon as honest people think they are wrong instability sets up. Not for them was an infinite goal behind the stars, and they never sought it. But wistful... | went on shore there with an American missionary, they walked out to the Lesseps statue, they drank the tonic air of the Levant. "To what duties, Miss Quested, are you returning in your own country after your taste of the tropics?" the missionary asked. "Observe, I don't say to what do you turn, but to what do you _re_-... | A Passage To India |
said the other, stretching out his hand impulsively. | No speaker | grudge for trying that case,"<|quote|>said the other, stretching out his hand impulsively.</|quote|>"You are so kind and | know you bear me a grudge for trying that case,"<|quote|>said the other, stretching out his hand impulsively.</|quote|>"You are so kind and friendly, but always I detect | a sec," said Aziz, biting his pencil. He was writing out a prescription. "Here you are. . . . Is not this better than a poem?" "Happy the man who can compose both." "You are full of compliments to-day." "I know you bear me a grudge for trying that case,"<|quote|>said the other, stretching out his hand impulsively.</|qu... | city is behind you, irrespective of creed." "I know, but will it last?" "I fear not," said Das, who had much mental clearness. "And for that reason, if I may say so, do not introduce too many Persian expressions into the poem, and not too much about the bulbul." "Half a sec," said Aziz, biting his pencil. He was writin... | remedy for shingles and a poem for his brother-in-law's new monthly magazine. He accorded both. "My dear Das, why, when you tried to send me to prison, should I try to send Mr. Bhattacharya a poem? Eh? That is naturally entirely a joke. I will write him the best I can, but I thought your magazine was for Hindus." "It i... | pointed to the statue) "will make my question clear. He turns to the East, he _re_-turns to the West. You can see it from the cute position of his hands, one of which holds a string of sausages." The missionary looked at her humorously, in order to cover the emptiness of his mind. He had no idea what he meant by "turn"... | that they stood on the same footing of insight. They did not think they were wrong, because as soon as honest people think they are wrong instability sets up. Not for them was an infinite goal behind the stars, and they never sought it. But wistfulness descended on them now, as on other occasions; the shadow of the sha... | seen. Her first duty on returning to England was to look up those other children of Mrs. Moore's, Ralph and Stella, then she would turn to her profession. Mrs. Moore had tended to keep the products of her two marriages apart, and Adela had not come across the younger branch so far. CHAPTER XXX Another local consequence... | A Passage To India |
"You are so kind and friendly, but always I detect irony beneath your manner." | Mr. Das | stretching out his hand impulsively.<|quote|>"You are so kind and friendly, but always I detect irony beneath your manner."</|quote|>"No, no, what nonsense!" protested | that case," said the other, stretching out his hand impulsively.<|quote|>"You are so kind and friendly, but always I detect irony beneath your manner."</|quote|>"No, no, what nonsense!" protested Aziz. They shook hands, in | was writing out a prescription. "Here you are. . . . Is not this better than a poem?" "Happy the man who can compose both." "You are full of compliments to-day." "I know you bear me a grudge for trying that case," said the other, stretching out his hand impulsively.<|quote|>"You are so kind and friendly, but always I d... | know, but will it last?" "I fear not," said Das, who had much mental clearness. "And for that reason, if I may say so, do not introduce too many Persian expressions into the poem, and not too much about the bulbul." "Half a sec," said Aziz, biting his pencil. He was writing out a prescription. "Here you are. . . . Is n... | brother-in-law's new monthly magazine. He accorded both. "My dear Das, why, when you tried to send me to prison, should I try to send Mr. Bhattacharya a poem? Eh? That is naturally entirely a joke. I will write him the best I can, but I thought your magazine was for Hindus." "It is not for Hindus, but Indians generally... | clear. He turns to the East, he _re_-turns to the West. You can see it from the cute position of his hands, one of which holds a string of sausages." The missionary looked at her humorously, in order to cover the emptiness of his mind. He had no idea what he meant by "turn" and "return," but he often used words in pair... | insight. They did not think they were wrong, because as soon as honest people think they are wrong instability sets up. Not for them was an infinite goal behind the stars, and they never sought it. But wistfulness descended on them now, as on other occasions; the shadow of the shadow of a dream fell over their clear-cu... | Mr. Das. The magistrate sought two favours from him: a remedy for shingles and a poem for his brother-in-law's new monthly magazine. He accorded both. "My dear Das, why, when you tried to send me to prison, should I try to send Mr. Bhattacharya a poem? Eh? That is naturally entirely a joke. I will write him the best I ... | A Passage To India |
"No, no, what nonsense!" | Dr. Aziz | detect irony beneath your manner."<|quote|>"No, no, what nonsense!"</|quote|>protested Aziz. They shook hands, | and friendly, but always I detect irony beneath your manner."<|quote|>"No, no, what nonsense!"</|quote|>protested Aziz. They shook hands, in a half-embrace that typified | better than a poem?" "Happy the man who can compose both." "You are full of compliments to-day." "I know you bear me a grudge for trying that case," said the other, stretching out his hand impulsively. "You are so kind and friendly, but always I detect irony beneath your manner."<|quote|>"No, no, what nonsense!"</|quot... | clearness. "And for that reason, if I may say so, do not introduce too many Persian expressions into the poem, and not too much about the bulbul." "Half a sec," said Aziz, biting his pencil. He was writing out a prescription. "Here you are. . . . Is not this better than a poem?" "Happy the man who can compose both." "Y... | to send me to prison, should I try to send Mr. Bhattacharya a poem? Eh? That is naturally entirely a joke. I will write him the best I can, but I thought your magazine was for Hindus." "It is not for Hindus, but Indians generally," he said timidly. "There is no such person in existence as the general Indian." "There wa... | it from the cute position of his hands, one of which holds a string of sausages." The missionary looked at her humorously, in order to cover the emptiness of his mind. He had no idea what he meant by "turn" and "return," but he often used words in pairs, for the sake of moral brightness. "I see," she replied. Suddenly,... | think they are wrong instability sets up. Not for them was an infinite goal behind the stars, and they never sought it. But wistfulness descended on them now, as on other occasions; the shadow of the shadow of a dream fell over their clear-cut interests, and objects never seen again seemed messages from another world. ... | a poem for his brother-in-law's new monthly magazine. He accorded both. "My dear Das, why, when you tried to send me to prison, should I try to send Mr. Bhattacharya a poem? Eh? That is naturally entirely a joke. I will write him the best I can, but I thought your magazine was for Hindus." "It is not for Hindus, but In... | A Passage To India |
protested Aziz. They shook hands, in a half-embrace that typified the entente. Between people of distant climes there is always the possibility of romance, but the various branches of Indians know too much about each other to surmount the unknowable easily. The approach is prosaic. | No speaker | manner." "No, no, what nonsense!"<|quote|>protested Aziz. They shook hands, in a half-embrace that typified the entente. Between people of distant climes there is always the possibility of romance, but the various branches of Indians know too much about each other to surmount the unknowable easily. The approach is pros... | I detect irony beneath your manner." "No, no, what nonsense!"<|quote|>protested Aziz. They shook hands, in a half-embrace that typified the entente. Between people of distant climes there is always the possibility of romance, but the various branches of Indians know too much about each other to surmount the unknowable ... | "Happy the man who can compose both." "You are full of compliments to-day." "I know you bear me a grudge for trying that case," said the other, stretching out his hand impulsively. "You are so kind and friendly, but always I detect irony beneath your manner." "No, no, what nonsense!"<|quote|>protested Aziz. They shook ... | reason, if I may say so, do not introduce too many Persian expressions into the poem, and not too much about the bulbul." "Half a sec," said Aziz, biting his pencil. He was writing out a prescription. "Here you are. . . . Is not this better than a poem?" "Happy the man who can compose both." "You are full of compliment... | prison, should I try to send Mr. Bhattacharya a poem? Eh? That is naturally entirely a joke. I will write him the best I can, but I thought your magazine was for Hindus." "It is not for Hindus, but Indians generally," he said timidly. "There is no such person in existence as the general Indian." "There was not, but the... | position of his hands, one of which holds a string of sausages." The missionary looked at her humorously, in order to cover the emptiness of his mind. He had no idea what he meant by "turn" and "return," but he often used words in pairs, for the sake of moral brightness. "I see," she replied. Suddenly, in the Mediterra... | instability sets up. Not for them was an infinite goal behind the stars, and they never sought it. But wistfulness descended on them now, as on other occasions; the shadow of the shadow of a dream fell over their clear-cut interests, and objects never seen again seemed messages from another world. "And I do like you so... | to her profession. Mrs. Moore had tended to keep the products of her two marriages apart, and Adela had not come across the younger branch so far. CHAPTER XXX Another local consequence of the trial was a Hindu-Moslem entente. Loud protestations of amity were exchanged by prominent citizens, and there went with them a g... | A Passage To India |
"Excellent," | Dr. Aziz | easily. The approach is prosaic.<|quote|>"Excellent,"</|quote|>said Aziz, patting a stout | other to surmount the unknowable easily. The approach is prosaic.<|quote|>"Excellent,"</|quote|>said Aziz, patting a stout shoulder and thinking, "I wish | manner." "No, no, what nonsense!" protested Aziz. They shook hands, in a half-embrace that typified the entente. Between people of distant climes there is always the possibility of romance, but the various branches of Indians know too much about each other to surmount the unknowable easily. The approach is prosaic.<|qu... | this better than a poem?" "Happy the man who can compose both." "You are full of compliments to-day." "I know you bear me a grudge for trying that case," said the other, stretching out his hand impulsively. "You are so kind and friendly, but always I detect irony beneath your manner." "No, no, what nonsense!" protested... | is no such person in existence as the general Indian." "There was not, but there may be when you have written a poem. You are our hero; the whole city is behind you, irrespective of creed." "I know, but will it last?" "I fear not," said Das, who had much mental clearness. "And for that reason, if I may say so, do not i... | for the sake of moral brightness. "I see," she replied. Suddenly, in the Mediterranean clarity, she had seen. Her first duty on returning to England was to look up those other children of Mrs. Moore's, Ralph and Stella, then she would turn to her profession. Mrs. Moore had tended to keep the products of her two marriag... | again seemed messages from another world. "And I do like you so very much, if I may say so," he affirmed. "I'm glad, for I like you. Let's meet again." "We will, in England, if I ever take home leave." "But I suppose you're not likely to do that yet." "Quite a chance. I have a scheme on now as a matter of fact." "Oh, t... | atmosphere altered. The clean sands, heaped on each side of the canal, seemed to wipe off everything that was difficult and equivocal, and even Port Said looked pure and charming in the light of a rose-grey morning. She went on shore there with an American missionary, they walked out to the Lesseps statue, they drank t... | A Passage To India |
said Aziz, patting a stout shoulder and thinking, | No speaker | The approach is prosaic. "Excellent,"<|quote|>said Aziz, patting a stout shoulder and thinking,</|quote|>"I wish they did not | to surmount the unknowable easily. The approach is prosaic. "Excellent,"<|quote|>said Aziz, patting a stout shoulder and thinking,</|quote|>"I wish they did not remind me of cow-dung" "; | "No, no, what nonsense!" protested Aziz. They shook hands, in a half-embrace that typified the entente. Between people of distant climes there is always the possibility of romance, but the various branches of Indians know too much about each other to surmount the unknowable easily. The approach is prosaic. "Excellent,"... | better than a poem?" "Happy the man who can compose both." "You are full of compliments to-day." "I know you bear me a grudge for trying that case," said the other, stretching out his hand impulsively. "You are so kind and friendly, but always I detect irony beneath your manner." "No, no, what nonsense!" protested Aziz... | no such person in existence as the general Indian." "There was not, but there may be when you have written a poem. You are our hero; the whole city is behind you, irrespective of creed." "I know, but will it last?" "I fear not," said Das, who had much mental clearness. "And for that reason, if I may say so, do not intr... | the sake of moral brightness. "I see," she replied. Suddenly, in the Mediterranean clarity, she had seen. Her first duty on returning to England was to look up those other children of Mrs. Moore's, Ralph and Stella, then she would turn to her profession. Mrs. Moore had tended to keep the products of her two marriages a... | seemed messages from another world. "And I do like you so very much, if I may say so," he affirmed. "I'm glad, for I like you. Let's meet again." "We will, in England, if I ever take home leave." "But I suppose you're not likely to do that yet." "Quite a chance. I have a scheme on now as a matter of fact." "Oh, that wo... | the best I can, but I thought your magazine was for Hindus." "It is not for Hindus, but Indians generally," he said timidly. "There is no such person in existence as the general Indian." "There was not, but there may be when you have written a poem. You are our hero; the whole city is behind you, irrespective of creed.... | A Passage To India |
"I wish they did not remind me of cow-dung" | Dr. Aziz | a stout shoulder and thinking,<|quote|>"I wish they did not remind me of cow-dung"</|quote|>"; Das thought, "Some Moslems | prosaic. "Excellent," said Aziz, patting a stout shoulder and thinking,<|quote|>"I wish they did not remind me of cow-dung"</|quote|>"; Das thought, "Some Moslems are very violent." They smiled | hands, in a half-embrace that typified the entente. Between people of distant climes there is always the possibility of romance, but the various branches of Indians know too much about each other to surmount the unknowable easily. The approach is prosaic. "Excellent," said Aziz, patting a stout shoulder and thinking,<|... | can compose both." "You are full of compliments to-day." "I know you bear me a grudge for trying that case," said the other, stretching out his hand impulsively. "You are so kind and friendly, but always I detect irony beneath your manner." "No, no, what nonsense!" protested Aziz. They shook hands, in a half-embrace th... | Indian." "There was not, but there may be when you have written a poem. You are our hero; the whole city is behind you, irrespective of creed." "I know, but will it last?" "I fear not," said Das, who had much mental clearness. "And for that reason, if I may say so, do not introduce too many Persian expressions into the... | replied. Suddenly, in the Mediterranean clarity, she had seen. Her first duty on returning to England was to look up those other children of Mrs. Moore's, Ralph and Stella, then she would turn to her profession. Mrs. Moore had tended to keep the products of her two marriages apart, and Adela had not come across the you... | like you so very much, if I may say so," he affirmed. "I'm glad, for I like you. Let's meet again." "We will, in England, if I ever take home leave." "But I suppose you're not likely to do that yet." "Quite a chance. I have a scheme on now as a matter of fact." "Oh, that would be very nice." So it petered out. Ten days... | naturally entirely a joke. I will write him the best I can, but I thought your magazine was for Hindus." "It is not for Hindus, but Indians generally," he said timidly. "There is no such person in existence as the general Indian." "There was not, but there may be when you have written a poem. You are our hero; the whol... | A Passage To India |
"; Das thought, | No speaker | not remind me of cow-dung"<|quote|>"; Das thought,</|quote|>"Some Moslems are very violent." | thinking, "I wish they did not remind me of cow-dung"<|quote|>"; Das thought,</|quote|>"Some Moslems are very violent." They smiled wistfully, each spying | people of distant climes there is always the possibility of romance, but the various branches of Indians know too much about each other to surmount the unknowable easily. The approach is prosaic. "Excellent," said Aziz, patting a stout shoulder and thinking, "I wish they did not remind me of cow-dung"<|quote|>"; Das th... | "I know you bear me a grudge for trying that case," said the other, stretching out his hand impulsively. "You are so kind and friendly, but always I detect irony beneath your manner." "No, no, what nonsense!" protested Aziz. They shook hands, in a half-embrace that typified the entente. Between people of distant climes... | you have written a poem. You are our hero; the whole city is behind you, irrespective of creed." "I know, but will it last?" "I fear not," said Das, who had much mental clearness. "And for that reason, if I may say so, do not introduce too many Persian expressions into the poem, and not too much about the bulbul." "Hal... | Her first duty on returning to England was to look up those other children of Mrs. Moore's, Ralph and Stella, then she would turn to her profession. Mrs. Moore had tended to keep the products of her two marriages apart, and Adela had not come across the younger branch so far. CHAPTER XXX Another local consequence of th... | so," he affirmed. "I'm glad, for I like you. Let's meet again." "We will, in England, if I ever take home leave." "But I suppose you're not likely to do that yet." "Quite a chance. I have a scheme on now as a matter of fact." "Oh, that would be very nice." So it petered out. Ten days later Adela went off, by the same r... | of moral brightness. "I see," she replied. Suddenly, in the Mediterranean clarity, she had seen. Her first duty on returning to England was to look up those other children of Mrs. Moore's, Ralph and Stella, then she would turn to her profession. Mrs. Moore had tended to keep the products of her two marriages apart, and... | A Passage To India |
"Some Moslems are very violent." | Mr. Das | of cow-dung" "; Das thought,<|quote|>"Some Moslems are very violent."</|quote|>They smiled wistfully, each spying | they did not remind me of cow-dung" "; Das thought,<|quote|>"Some Moslems are very violent."</|quote|>They smiled wistfully, each spying the thought in the other's | climes there is always the possibility of romance, but the various branches of Indians know too much about each other to surmount the unknowable easily. The approach is prosaic. "Excellent," said Aziz, patting a stout shoulder and thinking, "I wish they did not remind me of cow-dung" "; Das thought,<|quote|>"Some Mosle... | bear me a grudge for trying that case," said the other, stretching out his hand impulsively. "You are so kind and friendly, but always I detect irony beneath your manner." "No, no, what nonsense!" protested Aziz. They shook hands, in a half-embrace that typified the entente. Between people of distant climes there is al... | a poem. You are our hero; the whole city is behind you, irrespective of creed." "I know, but will it last?" "I fear not," said Das, who had much mental clearness. "And for that reason, if I may say so, do not introduce too many Persian expressions into the poem, and not too much about the bulbul." "Half a sec," said Az... | on returning to England was to look up those other children of Mrs. Moore's, Ralph and Stella, then she would turn to her profession. Mrs. Moore had tended to keep the products of her two marriages apart, and Adela had not come across the younger branch so far. CHAPTER XXX Another local consequence of the trial was a H... | "I'm glad, for I like you. Let's meet again." "We will, in England, if I ever take home leave." "But I suppose you're not likely to do that yet." "Quite a chance. I have a scheme on now as a matter of fact." "Oh, that would be very nice." So it petered out. Ten days later Adela went off, by the same route as her dead f... | her two marriages apart, and Adela had not come across the younger branch so far. CHAPTER XXX Another local consequence of the trial was a Hindu-Moslem entente. Loud protestations of amity were exchanged by prominent citizens, and there went with them a genuine desire for a good understanding. Aziz, when he was at the ... | A Passage To India |
They smiled wistfully, each spying the thought in the other's heart, and Das, the more articulate, said: | No speaker | "Some Moslems are very violent."<|quote|>They smiled wistfully, each spying the thought in the other's heart, and Das, the more articulate, said:</|quote|>"Excuse my mistakes, realize my | of cow-dung" "; Das thought, "Some Moslems are very violent."<|quote|>They smiled wistfully, each spying the thought in the other's heart, and Das, the more articulate, said:</|quote|>"Excuse my mistakes, realize my limitations. Life is not easy | possibility of romance, but the various branches of Indians know too much about each other to surmount the unknowable easily. The approach is prosaic. "Excellent," said Aziz, patting a stout shoulder and thinking, "I wish they did not remind me of cow-dung" "; Das thought, "Some Moslems are very violent."<|quote|>They ... | trying that case," said the other, stretching out his hand impulsively. "You are so kind and friendly, but always I detect irony beneath your manner." "No, no, what nonsense!" protested Aziz. They shook hands, in a half-embrace that typified the entente. Between people of distant climes there is always the possibility ... | hero; the whole city is behind you, irrespective of creed." "I know, but will it last?" "I fear not," said Das, who had much mental clearness. "And for that reason, if I may say so, do not introduce too many Persian expressions into the poem, and not too much about the bulbul." "Half a sec," said Aziz, biting his penci... | to look up those other children of Mrs. Moore's, Ralph and Stella, then she would turn to her profession. Mrs. Moore had tended to keep the products of her two marriages apart, and Adela had not come across the younger branch so far. CHAPTER XXX Another local consequence of the trial was a Hindu-Moslem entente. Loud pr... | you. Let's meet again." "We will, in England, if I ever take home leave." "But I suppose you're not likely to do that yet." "Quite a chance. I have a scheme on now as a matter of fact." "Oh, that would be very nice." So it petered out. Ten days later Adela went off, by the same route as her dead friend. The final beat ... | hospital one day, received a visit from rather a sympathetic figure: Mr. Das. The magistrate sought two favours from him: a remedy for shingles and a poem for his brother-in-law's new monthly magazine. He accorded both. "My dear Das, why, when you tried to send me to prison, should I try to send Mr. Bhattacharya a poem... | A Passage To India |
"Excuse my mistakes, realize my limitations. Life is not easy as we know it on the earth." | Mr. Das | Das, the more articulate, said:<|quote|>"Excuse my mistakes, realize my limitations. Life is not easy as we know it on the earth."</|quote|>"Oh, well, about this poem | in the other's heart, and Das, the more articulate, said:<|quote|>"Excuse my mistakes, realize my limitations. Life is not easy as we know it on the earth."</|quote|>"Oh, well, about this poem how did you hear I | the unknowable easily. The approach is prosaic. "Excellent," said Aziz, patting a stout shoulder and thinking, "I wish they did not remind me of cow-dung" "; Das thought, "Some Moslems are very violent." They smiled wistfully, each spying the thought in the other's heart, and Das, the more articulate, said:<|quote|>"Ex... | but always I detect irony beneath your manner." "No, no, what nonsense!" protested Aziz. They shook hands, in a half-embrace that typified the entente. Between people of distant climes there is always the possibility of romance, but the various branches of Indians know too much about each other to surmount the unknowab... | fear not," said Das, who had much mental clearness. "And for that reason, if I may say so, do not introduce too many Persian expressions into the poem, and not too much about the bulbul." "Half a sec," said Aziz, biting his pencil. He was writing out a prescription. "Here you are. . . . Is not this better than a poem?"... | her profession. Mrs. Moore had tended to keep the products of her two marriages apart, and Adela had not come across the younger branch so far. CHAPTER XXX Another local consequence of the trial was a Hindu-Moslem entente. Loud protestations of amity were exchanged by prominent citizens, and there went with them a genu... | you're not likely to do that yet." "Quite a chance. I have a scheme on now as a matter of fact." "Oh, that would be very nice." So it petered out. Ten days later Adela went off, by the same route as her dead friend. The final beat up before the monsoon had come. The country was stricken and blurred. Its houses, trees a... | the tonic air of the Levant. "To what duties, Miss Quested, are you returning in your own country after your taste of the tropics?" the missionary asked. "Observe, I don't say to what do you turn, but to what do you _re_-turn. Every life ought to contain both a turn and a _re_-turn. This celebrated pioneer" (he pointed... | A Passage To India |
"Oh, well, about this poem how did you hear I sometimes scribbled?" | Dr. Aziz | know it on the earth."<|quote|>"Oh, well, about this poem how did you hear I sometimes scribbled?"</|quote|>he asked, much pleased, and | is not easy as we know it on the earth."<|quote|>"Oh, well, about this poem how did you hear I sometimes scribbled?"</|quote|>he asked, much pleased, and a good deal moved for | wish they did not remind me of cow-dung" "; Das thought, "Some Moslems are very violent." They smiled wistfully, each spying the thought in the other's heart, and Das, the more articulate, said: "Excuse my mistakes, realize my limitations. Life is not easy as we know it on the earth."<|quote|>"Oh, well, about this poem... | in a half-embrace that typified the entente. Between people of distant climes there is always the possibility of romance, but the various branches of Indians know too much about each other to surmount the unknowable easily. The approach is prosaic. "Excellent," said Aziz, patting a stout shoulder and thinking, "I wish ... | so, do not introduce too many Persian expressions into the poem, and not too much about the bulbul." "Half a sec," said Aziz, biting his pencil. He was writing out a prescription. "Here you are. . . . Is not this better than a poem?" "Happy the man who can compose both." "You are full of compliments to-day." "I know yo... | had not come across the younger branch so far. CHAPTER XXX Another local consequence of the trial was a Hindu-Moslem entente. Loud protestations of amity were exchanged by prominent citizens, and there went with them a genuine desire for a good understanding. Aziz, when he was at the hospital one day, received a visit ... | a matter of fact." "Oh, that would be very nice." So it petered out. Ten days later Adela went off, by the same route as her dead friend. The final beat up before the monsoon had come. The country was stricken and blurred. Its houses, trees and fields were all modelled out of the same brown paste, and the sea at Bombay... | I can, but I thought your magazine was for Hindus." "It is not for Hindus, but Indians generally," he said timidly. "There is no such person in existence as the general Indian." "There was not, but there may be when you have written a poem. You are our hero; the whole city is behind you, irrespective of creed." "I know... | A Passage To India |
he asked, much pleased, and a good deal moved for literature had always been a solace to him, something that the ugliness of facts could not spoil. | No speaker | you hear I sometimes scribbled?"<|quote|>he asked, much pleased, and a good deal moved for literature had always been a solace to him, something that the ugliness of facts could not spoil.</|quote|>"Professor Godbole often mentioned it, | about this poem how did you hear I sometimes scribbled?"<|quote|>he asked, much pleased, and a good deal moved for literature had always been a solace to him, something that the ugliness of facts could not spoil.</|quote|>"Professor Godbole often mentioned it, before his departure for Mau." | Moslems are very violent." They smiled wistfully, each spying the thought in the other's heart, and Das, the more articulate, said: "Excuse my mistakes, realize my limitations. Life is not easy as we know it on the earth." "Oh, well, about this poem how did you hear I sometimes scribbled?"<|quote|>he asked, much please... | there is always the possibility of romance, but the various branches of Indians know too much about each other to surmount the unknowable easily. The approach is prosaic. "Excellent," said Aziz, patting a stout shoulder and thinking, "I wish they did not remind me of cow-dung" "; Das thought, "Some Moslems are very vio... | not too much about the bulbul." "Half a sec," said Aziz, biting his pencil. He was writing out a prescription. "Here you are. . . . Is not this better than a poem?" "Happy the man who can compose both." "You are full of compliments to-day." "I know you bear me a grudge for trying that case," said the other, stretching ... | local consequence of the trial was a Hindu-Moslem entente. Loud protestations of amity were exchanged by prominent citizens, and there went with them a genuine desire for a good understanding. Aziz, when he was at the hospital one day, received a visit from rather a sympathetic figure: Mr. Das. The magistrate sought tw... | petered out. Ten days later Adela went off, by the same route as her dead friend. The final beat up before the monsoon had come. The country was stricken and blurred. Its houses, trees and fields were all modelled out of the same brown paste, and the sea at Bombay slid about like broth against the quays. Her last India... | the statue) "will make my question clear. He turns to the East, he _re_-turns to the West. You can see it from the cute position of his hands, one of which holds a string of sausages." The missionary looked at her humorously, in order to cover the emptiness of his mind. He had no idea what he meant by "turn" and "retur... | A Passage To India |
"Professor Godbole often mentioned it, before his departure for Mau." | Mr. Das | of facts could not spoil.<|quote|>"Professor Godbole often mentioned it, before his departure for Mau."</|quote|>"How did he hear?" "He | him, something that the ugliness of facts could not spoil.<|quote|>"Professor Godbole often mentioned it, before his departure for Mau."</|quote|>"How did he hear?" "He too was a poet; do | Life is not easy as we know it on the earth." "Oh, well, about this poem how did you hear I sometimes scribbled?" he asked, much pleased, and a good deal moved for literature had always been a solace to him, something that the ugliness of facts could not spoil.<|quote|>"Professor Godbole often mentioned it, before his ... | prosaic. "Excellent," said Aziz, patting a stout shoulder and thinking, "I wish they did not remind me of cow-dung" "; Das thought, "Some Moslems are very violent." They smiled wistfully, each spying the thought in the other's heart, and Das, the more articulate, said: "Excuse my mistakes, realize my limitations. Life ... | not this better than a poem?" "Happy the man who can compose both." "You are full of compliments to-day." "I know you bear me a grudge for trying that case," said the other, stretching out his hand impulsively. "You are so kind and friendly, but always I detect irony beneath your manner." "No, no, what nonsense!" prote... | a good understanding. Aziz, when he was at the hospital one day, received a visit from rather a sympathetic figure: Mr. Das. The magistrate sought two favours from him: a remedy for shingles and a poem for his brother-in-law's new monthly magazine. He accorded both. "My dear Das, why, when you tried to send me to priso... | was stricken and blurred. Its houses, trees and fields were all modelled out of the same brown paste, and the sea at Bombay slid about like broth against the quays. Her last Indian adventure was with Antony, who followed her on to the boat and tried to blackmail her. She had been Mr. Fielding's mistress, Antony said. P... | up those other children of Mrs. Moore's, Ralph and Stella, then she would turn to her profession. Mrs. Moore had tended to keep the products of her two marriages apart, and Adela had not come across the younger branch so far. CHAPTER XXX Another local consequence of the trial was a Hindu-Moslem entente. Loud protestati... | A Passage To India |
"How did he hear?" | Dr. Aziz | before his departure for Mau."<|quote|>"How did he hear?"</|quote|>"He too was a poet; | "Professor Godbole often mentioned it, before his departure for Mau."<|quote|>"How did he hear?"</|quote|>"He too was a poet; do you not divine each | earth." "Oh, well, about this poem how did you hear I sometimes scribbled?" he asked, much pleased, and a good deal moved for literature had always been a solace to him, something that the ugliness of facts could not spoil. "Professor Godbole often mentioned it, before his departure for Mau."<|quote|>"How did he hear?"... | "I wish they did not remind me of cow-dung" "; Das thought, "Some Moslems are very violent." They smiled wistfully, each spying the thought in the other's heart, and Das, the more articulate, said: "Excuse my mistakes, realize my limitations. Life is not easy as we know it on the earth." "Oh, well, about this poem how ... | can compose both." "You are full of compliments to-day." "I know you bear me a grudge for trying that case," said the other, stretching out his hand impulsively. "You are so kind and friendly, but always I detect irony beneath your manner." "No, no, what nonsense!" protested Aziz. They shook hands, in a half-embrace th... | one day, received a visit from rather a sympathetic figure: Mr. Das. The magistrate sought two favours from him: a remedy for shingles and a poem for his brother-in-law's new monthly magazine. He accorded both. "My dear Das, why, when you tried to send me to prison, should I try to send Mr. Bhattacharya a poem? Eh? Tha... | all modelled out of the same brown paste, and the sea at Bombay slid about like broth against the quays. Her last Indian adventure was with Antony, who followed her on to the boat and tried to blackmail her. She had been Mr. Fielding's mistress, Antony said. Perhaps Antony was discontented with his tip. She rang the ca... | by prominent citizens, and there went with them a genuine desire for a good understanding. Aziz, when he was at the hospital one day, received a visit from rather a sympathetic figure: Mr. Das. The magistrate sought two favours from him: a remedy for shingles and a poem for his brother-in-law's new monthly magazine. He... | A Passage To India |
"He too was a poet; do you not divine each other?" | Mr. Das | Mau." "How did he hear?"<|quote|>"He too was a poet; do you not divine each other?"</|quote|>Flattered by the invitation, he | it, before his departure for Mau." "How did he hear?"<|quote|>"He too was a poet; do you not divine each other?"</|quote|>Flattered by the invitation, he got to work that evening. | this poem how did you hear I sometimes scribbled?" he asked, much pleased, and a good deal moved for literature had always been a solace to him, something that the ugliness of facts could not spoil. "Professor Godbole often mentioned it, before his departure for Mau." "How did he hear?"<|quote|>"He too was a poet; do y... | not remind me of cow-dung" "; Das thought, "Some Moslems are very violent." They smiled wistfully, each spying the thought in the other's heart, and Das, the more articulate, said: "Excuse my mistakes, realize my limitations. Life is not easy as we know it on the earth." "Oh, well, about this poem how did you hear I so... | are full of compliments to-day." "I know you bear me a grudge for trying that case," said the other, stretching out his hand impulsively. "You are so kind and friendly, but always I detect irony beneath your manner." "No, no, what nonsense!" protested Aziz. They shook hands, in a half-embrace that typified the entente.... | visit from rather a sympathetic figure: Mr. Das. The magistrate sought two favours from him: a remedy for shingles and a poem for his brother-in-law's new monthly magazine. He accorded both. "My dear Das, why, when you tried to send me to prison, should I try to send Mr. Bhattacharya a poem? Eh? That is naturally entir... | the same brown paste, and the sea at Bombay slid about like broth against the quays. Her last Indian adventure was with Antony, who followed her on to the boat and tried to blackmail her. She had been Mr. Fielding's mistress, Antony said. Perhaps Antony was discontented with his tip. She rang the cabin bell and had him... | ought to contain both a turn and a _re_-turn. This celebrated pioneer" (he pointed to the statue) "will make my question clear. He turns to the East, he _re_-turns to the West. You can see it from the cute position of his hands, one of which holds a string of sausages." The missionary looked at her humorously, in order... | A Passage To India |
Flattered by the invitation, he got to work that evening. The feel of the pen between his fingers generated bulbuls at once. His poem was again about the decay of Islam and the brevity of love; as sad and sweet as he could contrive, but not nourished by personal experience, and of no interest to these excellent Hindus.... | No speaker | you not divine each other?"<|quote|>Flattered by the invitation, he got to work that evening. The feel of the pen between his fingers generated bulbuls at once. His poem was again about the decay of Islam and the brevity of love; as sad and sweet as he could contrive, but not nourished by personal experience, and of no... | too was a poet; do you not divine each other?"<|quote|>Flattered by the invitation, he got to work that evening. The feel of the pen between his fingers generated bulbuls at once. His poem was again about the decay of Islam and the brevity of love; as sad and sweet as he could contrive, but not nourished by personal ex... | much pleased, and a good deal moved for literature had always been a solace to him, something that the ugliness of facts could not spoil. "Professor Godbole often mentioned it, before his departure for Mau." "How did he hear?" "He too was a poet; do you not divine each other?"<|quote|>Flattered by the invitation, he go... | very violent." They smiled wistfully, each spying the thought in the other's heart, and Das, the more articulate, said: "Excuse my mistakes, realize my limitations. Life is not easy as we know it on the earth." "Oh, well, about this poem how did you hear I sometimes scribbled?" he asked, much pleased, and a good deal m... | grudge for trying that case," said the other, stretching out his hand impulsively. "You are so kind and friendly, but always I detect irony beneath your manner." "No, no, what nonsense!" protested Aziz. They shook hands, in a half-embrace that typified the entente. Between people of distant climes there is always the p... | two favours from him: a remedy for shingles and a poem for his brother-in-law's new monthly magazine. He accorded both. "My dear Das, why, when you tried to send me to prison, should I try to send Mr. Bhattacharya a poem? Eh? That is naturally entirely a joke. I will write him the best I can, but I thought your magazin... | like broth against the quays. Her last Indian adventure was with Antony, who followed her on to the boat and tried to blackmail her. She had been Mr. Fielding's mistress, Antony said. Perhaps Antony was discontented with his tip. She rang the cabin bell and had him turned out, but his statement created rather a scandal... | existence as the general Indian." "There was not, but there may be when you have written a poem. You are our hero; the whole city is behind you, irrespective of creed." "I know, but will it last?" "I fear not," said Das, who had much mental clearness. "And for that reason, if I may say so, do not introduce too many Per... | A Passage To India |
"My great mistake has been taking our rulers as a joke," | Dr. Aziz | thrown nets over his dreams.<|quote|>"My great mistake has been taking our rulers as a joke,"</|quote|>he said to Hamidullah next | him everywhere; they had even thrown nets over his dreams.<|quote|>"My great mistake has been taking our rulers as a joke,"</|quote|>he said to Hamidullah next day; who replied with a | his eyes, he attempted to love India. She must imitate Japan. Not until she is a nation will her sons be treated with respect. He grew harder and less approachable. The English, whom he had laughed at or ignored, persecuted him everywhere; they had even thrown nets over his dreams.<|quote|>"My great mistake has been ta... | future must transcend creed. The poem for Mr. Bhattacharya never got written, but it had an effect. It led him towards the vague and bulky figure of a mother-land. He was without natural affection for the land of his birth, but the Marabar Hills drove him to it. Half closing his eyes, he attempted to love India. She mu... | longed to compose a new song which should be acclaimed by multitudes and even sung in the fields. In what language shall it be written? And what shall it announce? He vowed to see more of Indians who were not Mohammedans, and never to look backward. It is the only healthy course. Of what help, in this latitude and hour... | the more articulate, said: "Excuse my mistakes, realize my limitations. Life is not easy as we know it on the earth." "Oh, well, about this poem how did you hear I sometimes scribbled?" he asked, much pleased, and a good deal moved for literature had always been a solace to him, something that the ugliness of facts cou... | she would turn to her profession. Mrs. Moore had tended to keep the products of her two marriages apart, and Adela had not come across the younger branch so far. CHAPTER XXX Another local consequence of the trial was a Hindu-Moslem entente. Loud protestations of amity were exchanged by prominent citizens, and there wen... | loved poetry science was merely an acquisition, which he laid aside when unobserved like his European dress and this evening he longed to compose a new song which should be acclaimed by multitudes and even sung in the fields. In what language shall it be written? And what shall it announce? He vowed to see more of Indi... | A Passage To India |
he said to Hamidullah next day; who replied with a sigh: | No speaker | our rulers as a joke,"<|quote|>he said to Hamidullah next day; who replied with a sigh:</|quote|>"It is far the wisest | great mistake has been taking our rulers as a joke,"<|quote|>he said to Hamidullah next day; who replied with a sigh:</|quote|>"It is far the wisest way to take them, but | Not until she is a nation will her sons be treated with respect. He grew harder and less approachable. The English, whom he had laughed at or ignored, persecuted him everywhere; they had even thrown nets over his dreams. "My great mistake has been taking our rulers as a joke,"<|quote|>he said to Hamidullah next day; wh... | written, but it had an effect. It led him towards the vague and bulky figure of a mother-land. He was without natural affection for the land of his birth, but the Marabar Hills drove him to it. Half closing his eyes, he attempted to love India. She must imitate Japan. Not until she is a nation will her sons be treated ... | multitudes and even sung in the fields. In what language shall it be written? And what shall it announce? He vowed to see more of Indians who were not Mohammedans, and never to look backward. It is the only healthy course. Of what help, in this latitude and hour, are the glories of Cordova and Samarcand? They have gone... | is not easy as we know it on the earth." "Oh, well, about this poem how did you hear I sometimes scribbled?" he asked, much pleased, and a good deal moved for literature had always been a solace to him, something that the ugliness of facts could not spoil. "Professor Godbole often mentioned it, before his departure for... | keep the products of her two marriages apart, and Adela had not come across the younger branch so far. CHAPTER XXX Another local consequence of the trial was a Hindu-Moslem entente. Loud protestations of amity were exchanged by prominent citizens, and there went with them a genuine desire for a good understanding. Aziz... | in a half-embrace that typified the entente. Between people of distant climes there is always the possibility of romance, but the various branches of Indians know too much about each other to surmount the unknowable easily. The approach is prosaic. "Excellent," said Aziz, patting a stout shoulder and thinking, "I wish ... | A Passage To India |
"It is far the wisest way to take them, but not possible in the long run. Sooner or later a disaster such as yours occurs, and reveals their secret thoughts about our character. If God himself descended from heaven into their club and said you were innocent, they would disbelieve him. Now you see why Mahmoud Ali and se... | Hamidullah | who replied with a sigh:<|quote|>"It is far the wisest way to take them, but not possible in the long run. Sooner or later a disaster such as yours occurs, and reveals their secret thoughts about our character. If God himself descended from heaven into their club and said you were innocent, they would disbelieve him. N... | said to Hamidullah next day; who replied with a sigh:<|quote|>"It is far the wisest way to take them, but not possible in the long run. Sooner or later a disaster such as yours occurs, and reveals their secret thoughts about our character. If God himself descended from heaven into their club and said you were innocent,... | with respect. He grew harder and less approachable. The English, whom he had laughed at or ignored, persecuted him everywhere; they had even thrown nets over his dreams. "My great mistake has been taking our rulers as a joke," he said to Hamidullah next day; who replied with a sigh:<|quote|>"It is far the wisest way to... | vague and bulky figure of a mother-land. He was without natural affection for the land of his birth, but the Marabar Hills drove him to it. Half closing his eyes, he attempted to love India. She must imitate Japan. Not until she is a nation will her sons be treated with respect. He grew harder and less approachable. Th... | it be written? And what shall it announce? He vowed to see more of Indians who were not Mohammedans, and never to look backward. It is the only healthy course. Of what help, in this latitude and hour, are the glories of Cordova and Samarcand? They have gone, and while we lament them the English occupy Delhi and exclude... | well, about this poem how did you hear I sometimes scribbled?" he asked, much pleased, and a good deal moved for literature had always been a solace to him, something that the ugliness of facts could not spoil. "Professor Godbole often mentioned it, before his departure for Mau." "How did he hear?" "He too was a poet; ... | not come across the younger branch so far. CHAPTER XXX Another local consequence of the trial was a Hindu-Moslem entente. Loud protestations of amity were exchanged by prominent citizens, and there went with them a genuine desire for a good understanding. Aziz, when he was at the hospital one day, received a visit from... | Mau." "How did he hear?" "He too was a poet; do you not divine each other?" Flattered by the invitation, he got to work that evening. The feel of the pen between his fingers generated bulbuls at once. His poem was again about the decay of Islam and the brevity of love; as sad and sweet as he could contrive, but not nou... | A Passage To India |
"I cannot endure committees. I shall go right away." | Dr. Aziz | with creatures like Ram Chand."<|quote|>"I cannot endure committees. I shall go right away."</|quote|>"Where to? Turtons and Burtons, | time over intrigues and associate with creatures like Ram Chand."<|quote|>"I cannot endure committees. I shall go right away."</|quote|>"Where to? Turtons and Burtons, all are the same." "But | as yours occurs, and reveals their secret thoughts about our character. If God himself descended from heaven into their club and said you were innocent, they would disbelieve him. Now you see why Mahmoud Ali and self waste so much time over intrigues and associate with creatures like Ram Chand."<|quote|>"I cannot endur... | even thrown nets over his dreams. "My great mistake has been taking our rulers as a joke," he said to Hamidullah next day; who replied with a sigh: "It is far the wisest way to take them, but not possible in the long run. Sooner or later a disaster such as yours occurs, and reveals their secret thoughts about our chara... | to freedom. The song of the future must transcend creed. The poem for Mr. Bhattacharya never got written, but it had an effect. It led him towards the vague and bulky figure of a mother-land. He was without natural affection for the land of his birth, but the Marabar Hills drove him to it. Half closing his eyes, he att... | evening. The feel of the pen between his fingers generated bulbuls at once. His poem was again about the decay of Islam and the brevity of love; as sad and sweet as he could contrive, but not nourished by personal experience, and of no interest to these excellent Hindus. Feeling dissatisfied, he rushed to the other ext... | a poem for his brother-in-law's new monthly magazine. He accorded both. "My dear Das, why, when you tried to send me to prison, should I try to send Mr. Bhattacharya a poem? Eh? That is naturally entirely a joke. I will write him the best I can, but I thought your magazine was for Hindus." "It is not for Hindus, but In... | is prosaic. "Excellent," said Aziz, patting a stout shoulder and thinking, "I wish they did not remind me of cow-dung" "; Das thought, "Some Moslems are very violent." They smiled wistfully, each spying the thought in the other's heart, and Das, the more articulate, said: "Excuse my mistakes, realize my limitations. Li... | A Passage To India |
"Where to? Turtons and Burtons, all are the same." | Hamidullah | I shall go right away."<|quote|>"Where to? Turtons and Burtons, all are the same."</|quote|>"But not in an Indian | Chand." "I cannot endure committees. I shall go right away."<|quote|>"Where to? Turtons and Burtons, all are the same."</|quote|>"But not in an Indian state." "I believe the Politicals | our character. If God himself descended from heaven into their club and said you were innocent, they would disbelieve him. Now you see why Mahmoud Ali and self waste so much time over intrigues and associate with creatures like Ram Chand." "I cannot endure committees. I shall go right away."<|quote|>"Where to? Turtons ... | has been taking our rulers as a joke," he said to Hamidullah next day; who replied with a sigh: "It is far the wisest way to take them, but not possible in the long run. Sooner or later a disaster such as yours occurs, and reveals their secret thoughts about our character. If God himself descended from heaven into thei... | creed. The poem for Mr. Bhattacharya never got written, but it had an effect. It led him towards the vague and bulky figure of a mother-land. He was without natural affection for the land of his birth, but the Marabar Hills drove him to it. Half closing his eyes, he attempted to love India. She must imitate Japan. Not ... | generated bulbuls at once. His poem was again about the decay of Islam and the brevity of love; as sad and sweet as he could contrive, but not nourished by personal experience, and of no interest to these excellent Hindus. Feeling dissatisfied, he rushed to the other extreme, and wrote a satire, which was too libellous... | accorded both. "My dear Das, why, when you tried to send me to prison, should I try to send Mr. Bhattacharya a poem? Eh? That is naturally entirely a joke. I will write him the best I can, but I thought your magazine was for Hindus." "It is not for Hindus, but Indians generally," he said timidly. "There is no such pers... | in the fields. In what language shall it be written? And what shall it announce? He vowed to see more of Indians who were not Mohammedans, and never to look backward. It is the only healthy course. Of what help, in this latitude and hour, are the glories of Cordova and Samarcand? They have gone, and while we lament the... | A Passage To India |
"But not in an Indian state." | Dr. Aziz | Burtons, all are the same."<|quote|>"But not in an Indian state."</|quote|>"I believe the Politicals are | away." "Where to? Turtons and Burtons, all are the same."<|quote|>"But not in an Indian state."</|quote|>"I believe the Politicals are obliged to have better manners. | their club and said you were innocent, they would disbelieve him. Now you see why Mahmoud Ali and self waste so much time over intrigues and associate with creatures like Ram Chand." "I cannot endure committees. I shall go right away." "Where to? Turtons and Burtons, all are the same."<|quote|>"But not in an Indian sta... | said to Hamidullah next day; who replied with a sigh: "It is far the wisest way to take them, but not possible in the long run. Sooner or later a disaster such as yours occurs, and reveals their secret thoughts about our character. If God himself descended from heaven into their club and said you were innocent, they wo... | but it had an effect. It led him towards the vague and bulky figure of a mother-land. He was without natural affection for the land of his birth, but the Marabar Hills drove him to it. Half closing his eyes, he attempted to love India. She must imitate Japan. Not until she is a nation will her sons be treated with resp... | the decay of Islam and the brevity of love; as sad and sweet as he could contrive, but not nourished by personal experience, and of no interest to these excellent Hindus. Feeling dissatisfied, he rushed to the other extreme, and wrote a satire, which was too libellous to print. He could only express pathos or venom, th... | to send me to prison, should I try to send Mr. Bhattacharya a poem? Eh? That is naturally entirely a joke. I will write him the best I can, but I thought your magazine was for Hindus." "It is not for Hindus, but Indians generally," he said timidly. "There is no such person in existence as the general Indian." "There wa... | healthy course. Of what help, in this latitude and hour, are the glories of Cordova and Samarcand? They have gone, and while we lament them the English occupy Delhi and exclude us from East Africa. Islam itself, though true, throws cross-lights over the path to freedom. The song of the future must transcend creed. The ... | A Passage To India |
"I believe the Politicals are obliged to have better manners. It amounts to no more." | Hamidullah | not in an Indian state."<|quote|>"I believe the Politicals are obliged to have better manners. It amounts to no more."</|quote|>"I do want to get | all are the same." "But not in an Indian state."<|quote|>"I believe the Politicals are obliged to have better manners. It amounts to no more."</|quote|>"I do want to get away from British India, even | innocent, they would disbelieve him. Now you see why Mahmoud Ali and self waste so much time over intrigues and associate with creatures like Ram Chand." "I cannot endure committees. I shall go right away." "Where to? Turtons and Burtons, all are the same." "But not in an Indian state."<|quote|>"I believe the Political... | replied with a sigh: "It is far the wisest way to take them, but not possible in the long run. Sooner or later a disaster such as yours occurs, and reveals their secret thoughts about our character. If God himself descended from heaven into their club and said you were innocent, they would disbelieve him. Now you see w... | led him towards the vague and bulky figure of a mother-land. He was without natural affection for the land of his birth, but the Marabar Hills drove him to it. Half closing his eyes, he attempted to love India. She must imitate Japan. Not until she is a nation will her sons be treated with respect. He grew harder and l... | brevity of love; as sad and sweet as he could contrive, but not nourished by personal experience, and of no interest to these excellent Hindus. Feeling dissatisfied, he rushed to the other extreme, and wrote a satire, which was too libellous to print. He could only express pathos or venom, though most of his life had n... | I try to send Mr. Bhattacharya a poem? Eh? That is naturally entirely a joke. I will write him the best I can, but I thought your magazine was for Hindus." "It is not for Hindus, but Indians generally," he said timidly. "There is no such person in existence as the general Indian." "There was not, but there may be when ... | ugliness of facts could not spoil. "Professor Godbole often mentioned it, before his departure for Mau." "How did he hear?" "He too was a poet; do you not divine each other?" Flattered by the invitation, he got to work that evening. The feel of the pen between his fingers generated bulbuls at once. His poem was again a... | A Passage To India |
"I do want to get away from British India, even to a poor job. I think I could write poetry there. I wish I had lived in Babur's time and fought and written for him. Gone, gone, and not even any use to say" | Dr. Aziz | It amounts to no more."<|quote|>"I do want to get away from British India, even to a poor job. I think I could write poetry there. I wish I had lived in Babur's time and fought and written for him. Gone, gone, and not even any use to say"</|quote|>Gone, gone,' "for it weakens | obliged to have better manners. It amounts to no more."<|quote|>"I do want to get away from British India, even to a poor job. I think I could write poetry there. I wish I had lived in Babur's time and fought and written for him. Gone, gone, and not even any use to say"</|quote|>Gone, gone,' "for it weakens us while we... | much time over intrigues and associate with creatures like Ram Chand." "I cannot endure committees. I shall go right away." "Where to? Turtons and Burtons, all are the same." "But not in an Indian state." "I believe the Politicals are obliged to have better manners. It amounts to no more."<|quote|>"I do want to get awa... | possible in the long run. Sooner or later a disaster such as yours occurs, and reveals their secret thoughts about our character. If God himself descended from heaven into their club and said you were innocent, they would disbelieve him. Now you see why Mahmoud Ali and self waste so much time over intrigues and associa... | affection for the land of his birth, but the Marabar Hills drove him to it. Half closing his eyes, he attempted to love India. She must imitate Japan. Not until she is a nation will her sons be treated with respect. He grew harder and less approachable. The English, whom he had laughed at or ignored, persecuted him eve... | personal experience, and of no interest to these excellent Hindus. Feeling dissatisfied, he rushed to the other extreme, and wrote a satire, which was too libellous to print. He could only express pathos or venom, though most of his life had no concern with either. He loved poetry science was merely an acquisition, whi... | I will write him the best I can, but I thought your magazine was for Hindus." "It is not for Hindus, but Indians generally," he said timidly. "There is no such person in existence as the general Indian." "There was not, but there may be when you have written a poem. You are our hero; the whole city is behind you, irres... | remind me of cow-dung" "; Das thought, "Some Moslems are very violent." They smiled wistfully, each spying the thought in the other's heart, and Das, the more articulate, said: "Excuse my mistakes, realize my limitations. Life is not easy as we know it on the earth." "Oh, well, about this poem how did you hear I someti... | A Passage To India |
Gone, gone,' | No speaker | even any use to say"<|quote|>Gone, gone,'</|quote|>"for it weakens us while | him. Gone, gone, and not even any use to say"<|quote|>Gone, gone,'</|quote|>"for it weakens us while we say it. We need | manners. It amounts to no more." "I do want to get away from British India, even to a poor job. I think I could write poetry there. I wish I had lived in Babur's time and fought and written for him. Gone, gone, and not even any use to say"<|quote|>Gone, gone,'</|quote|>"for it weakens us while we say it. We need a king... | Mahmoud Ali and self waste so much time over intrigues and associate with creatures like Ram Chand." "I cannot endure committees. I shall go right away." "Where to? Turtons and Burtons, all are the same." "But not in an Indian state." "I believe the Politicals are obliged to have better manners. It amounts to no more."... | and less approachable. The English, whom he had laughed at or ignored, persecuted him everywhere; they had even thrown nets over his dreams. "My great mistake has been taking our rulers as a joke," he said to Hamidullah next day; who replied with a sigh: "It is far the wisest way to take them, but not possible in the l... | either. He loved poetry science was merely an acquisition, which he laid aside when unobserved like his European dress and this evening he longed to compose a new song which should be acclaimed by multitudes and even sung in the fields. In what language shall it be written? And what shall it announce? He vowed to see m... | be when you have written a poem. You are our hero; the whole city is behind you, irrespective of creed." "I know, but will it last?" "I fear not," said Das, who had much mental clearness. "And for that reason, if I may say so, do not introduce too many Persian expressions into the poem, and not too much about the bulbu... | of Islam and the brevity of love; as sad and sweet as he could contrive, but not nourished by personal experience, and of no interest to these excellent Hindus. Feeling dissatisfied, he rushed to the other extreme, and wrote a satire, which was too libellous to print. He could only express pathos or venom, though most ... | A Passage To India |
"for it weakens us while we say it. We need a king, Hamidullah; it would make our lives easier. As it is, we must try to appreciate these quaint Hindus. My notion now is to try for some post as doctor in one of their states." | Dr. Aziz | use to say" Gone, gone,'<|quote|>"for it weakens us while we say it. We need a king, Hamidullah; it would make our lives easier. As it is, we must try to appreciate these quaint Hindus. My notion now is to try for some post as doctor in one of their states."</|quote|>"Oh, that is going much | gone, and not even any use to say" Gone, gone,'<|quote|>"for it weakens us while we say it. We need a king, Hamidullah; it would make our lives easier. As it is, we must try to appreciate these quaint Hindus. My notion now is to try for some post as doctor in one of their states."</|quote|>"Oh, that is going much too f... | amounts to no more." "I do want to get away from British India, even to a poor job. I think I could write poetry there. I wish I had lived in Babur's time and fought and written for him. Gone, gone, and not even any use to say" Gone, gone,'<|quote|>"for it weakens us while we say it. We need a king, Hamidullah; it woul... | and self waste so much time over intrigues and associate with creatures like Ram Chand." "I cannot endure committees. I shall go right away." "Where to? Turtons and Burtons, all are the same." "But not in an Indian state." "I believe the Politicals are obliged to have better manners. It amounts to no more." "I do want ... | approachable. The English, whom he had laughed at or ignored, persecuted him everywhere; they had even thrown nets over his dreams. "My great mistake has been taking our rulers as a joke," he said to Hamidullah next day; who replied with a sigh: "It is far the wisest way to take them, but not possible in the long run. ... | loved poetry science was merely an acquisition, which he laid aside when unobserved like his European dress and this evening he longed to compose a new song which should be acclaimed by multitudes and even sung in the fields. In what language shall it be written? And what shall it announce? He vowed to see more of Indi... | you have written a poem. You are our hero; the whole city is behind you, irrespective of creed." "I know, but will it last?" "I fear not," said Das, who had much mental clearness. "And for that reason, if I may say so, do not introduce too many Persian expressions into the poem, and not too much about the bulbul." "Hal... | acquisition, which he laid aside when unobserved like his European dress and this evening he longed to compose a new song which should be acclaimed by multitudes and even sung in the fields. In what language shall it be written? And what shall it announce? He vowed to see more of Indians who were not Mohammedans, and n... | A Passage To India |
"Oh, that is going much too far." | Hamidullah | in one of their states."<|quote|>"Oh, that is going much too far."</|quote|>"It is not going as | for some post as doctor in one of their states."<|quote|>"Oh, that is going much too far."</|quote|>"It is not going as far as Mr. Ram Chand." | to say" Gone, gone,' "for it weakens us while we say it. We need a king, Hamidullah; it would make our lives easier. As it is, we must try to appreciate these quaint Hindus. My notion now is to try for some post as doctor in one of their states."<|quote|>"Oh, that is going much too far."</|quote|>"It is not going as fa... | have better manners. It amounts to no more." "I do want to get away from British India, even to a poor job. I think I could write poetry there. I wish I had lived in Babur's time and fought and written for him. Gone, gone, and not even any use to say" Gone, gone,' "for it weakens us while we say it. We need a king, Ham... | the wisest way to take them, but not possible in the long run. Sooner or later a disaster such as yours occurs, and reveals their secret thoughts about our character. If God himself descended from heaven into their club and said you were innocent, they would disbelieve him. Now you see why Mahmoud Ali and self waste so... | And what shall it announce? He vowed to see more of Indians who were not Mohammedans, and never to look backward. It is the only healthy course. Of what help, in this latitude and hour, are the glories of Cordova and Samarcand? They have gone, and while we lament them the English occupy Delhi and exclude us from East A... | too many Persian expressions into the poem, and not too much about the bulbul." "Half a sec," said Aziz, biting his pencil. He was writing out a prescription. "Here you are. . . . Is not this better than a poem?" "Happy the man who can compose both." "You are full of compliments to-day." "I know you bear me a grudge fo... | him to it. Half closing his eyes, he attempted to love India. She must imitate Japan. Not until she is a nation will her sons be treated with respect. He grew harder and less approachable. The English, whom he had laughed at or ignored, persecuted him everywhere; they had even thrown nets over his dreams. "My great mis... | A Passage To India |
"It is not going as far as Mr. Ram Chand." | Dr. Aziz | is going much too far."<|quote|>"It is not going as far as Mr. Ram Chand."</|quote|>"But the money, the money | of their states." "Oh, that is going much too far."<|quote|>"It is not going as far as Mr. Ram Chand."</|quote|>"But the money, the money they will never pay an | us while we say it. We need a king, Hamidullah; it would make our lives easier. As it is, we must try to appreciate these quaint Hindus. My notion now is to try for some post as doctor in one of their states." "Oh, that is going much too far."<|quote|>"It is not going as far as Mr. Ram Chand."</|quote|>"But the money, ... | more." "I do want to get away from British India, even to a poor job. I think I could write poetry there. I wish I had lived in Babur's time and fought and written for him. Gone, gone, and not even any use to say" Gone, gone,' "for it weakens us while we say it. We need a king, Hamidullah; it would make our lives easie... | not possible in the long run. Sooner or later a disaster such as yours occurs, and reveals their secret thoughts about our character. If God himself descended from heaven into their club and said you were innocent, they would disbelieve him. Now you see why Mahmoud Ali and self waste so much time over intrigues and ass... | to see more of Indians who were not Mohammedans, and never to look backward. It is the only healthy course. Of what help, in this latitude and hour, are the glories of Cordova and Samarcand? They have gone, and while we lament them the English occupy Delhi and exclude us from East Africa. Islam itself, though true, thr... | and not too much about the bulbul." "Half a sec," said Aziz, biting his pencil. He was writing out a prescription. "Here you are. . . . Is not this better than a poem?" "Happy the man who can compose both." "You are full of compliments to-day." "I know you bear me a grudge for trying that case," said the other, stretch... | to look backward. It is the only healthy course. Of what help, in this latitude and hour, are the glories of Cordova and Samarcand? They have gone, and while we lament them the English occupy Delhi and exclude us from East Africa. Islam itself, though true, throws cross-lights over the path to freedom. The song of the ... | A Passage To India |
"But the money, the money they will never pay an adequate salary, those savage Rajahs." | Hamidullah | far as Mr. Ram Chand."<|quote|>"But the money, the money they will never pay an adequate salary, those savage Rajahs."</|quote|>"I shall never be rich | "It is not going as far as Mr. Ram Chand."<|quote|>"But the money, the money they will never pay an adequate salary, those savage Rajahs."</|quote|>"I shall never be rich anywhere, it is outside my | it would make our lives easier. As it is, we must try to appreciate these quaint Hindus. My notion now is to try for some post as doctor in one of their states." "Oh, that is going much too far." "It is not going as far as Mr. Ram Chand."<|quote|>"But the money, the money they will never pay an adequate salary, those s... | even to a poor job. I think I could write poetry there. I wish I had lived in Babur's time and fought and written for him. Gone, gone, and not even any use to say" Gone, gone,' "for it weakens us while we say it. We need a king, Hamidullah; it would make our lives easier. As it is, we must try to appreciate these quain... | disaster such as yours occurs, and reveals their secret thoughts about our character. If God himself descended from heaven into their club and said you were innocent, they would disbelieve him. Now you see why Mahmoud Ali and self waste so much time over intrigues and associate with creatures like Ram Chand." "I cannot... | never to look backward. It is the only healthy course. Of what help, in this latitude and hour, are the glories of Cordova and Samarcand? They have gone, and while we lament them the English occupy Delhi and exclude us from East Africa. Islam itself, though true, throws cross-lights over the path to freedom. The song o... | said Aziz, biting his pencil. He was writing out a prescription. "Here you are. . . . Is not this better than a poem?" "Happy the man who can compose both." "You are full of compliments to-day." "I know you bear me a grudge for trying that case," said the other, stretching out his hand impulsively. "You are so kind and... | personal experience, and of no interest to these excellent Hindus. Feeling dissatisfied, he rushed to the other extreme, and wrote a satire, which was too libellous to print. He could only express pathos or venom, though most of his life had no concern with either. He loved poetry science was merely an acquisition, whi... | A Passage To India |
"I shall never be rich anywhere, it is outside my character." | Dr. Aziz | adequate salary, those savage Rajahs."<|quote|>"I shall never be rich anywhere, it is outside my character."</|quote|>"If you had been sensible | they will never pay an adequate salary, those savage Rajahs."<|quote|>"I shall never be rich anywhere, it is outside my character."</|quote|>"If you had been sensible and made Miss Quested pay" | quaint Hindus. My notion now is to try for some post as doctor in one of their states." "Oh, that is going much too far." "It is not going as far as Mr. Ram Chand." "But the money, the money they will never pay an adequate salary, those savage Rajahs."<|quote|>"I shall never be rich anywhere, it is outside my character... | had lived in Babur's time and fought and written for him. Gone, gone, and not even any use to say" Gone, gone,' "for it weakens us while we say it. We need a king, Hamidullah; it would make our lives easier. As it is, we must try to appreciate these quaint Hindus. My notion now is to try for some post as doctor in one ... | himself descended from heaven into their club and said you were innocent, they would disbelieve him. Now you see why Mahmoud Ali and self waste so much time over intrigues and associate with creatures like Ram Chand." "I cannot endure committees. I shall go right away." "Where to? Turtons and Burtons, all are the same.... | latitude and hour, are the glories of Cordova and Samarcand? They have gone, and while we lament them the English occupy Delhi and exclude us from East Africa. Islam itself, though true, throws cross-lights over the path to freedom. The song of the future must transcend creed. The poem for Mr. Bhattacharya never got wr... | . . Is not this better than a poem?" "Happy the man who can compose both." "You are full of compliments to-day." "I know you bear me a grudge for trying that case," said the other, stretching out his hand impulsively. "You are so kind and friendly, but always I detect irony beneath your manner." "No, no, what nonsense!... | harder and less approachable. The English, whom he had laughed at or ignored, persecuted him everywhere; they had even thrown nets over his dreams. "My great mistake has been taking our rulers as a joke," he said to Hamidullah next day; who replied with a sigh: "It is far the wisest way to take them, but not possible i... | A Passage To India |
"If you had been sensible and made Miss Quested pay" | Hamidullah | it is outside my character."<|quote|>"If you had been sensible and made Miss Quested pay"</|quote|>"I chose not to. Discussion | shall never be rich anywhere, it is outside my character."<|quote|>"If you had been sensible and made Miss Quested pay"</|quote|>"I chose not to. Discussion of the past is useless," | as doctor in one of their states." "Oh, that is going much too far." "It is not going as far as Mr. Ram Chand." "But the money, the money they will never pay an adequate salary, those savage Rajahs." "I shall never be rich anywhere, it is outside my character."<|quote|>"If you had been sensible and made Miss Quested pa... | Gone, gone, and not even any use to say" Gone, gone,' "for it weakens us while we say it. We need a king, Hamidullah; it would make our lives easier. As it is, we must try to appreciate these quaint Hindus. My notion now is to try for some post as doctor in one of their states." "Oh, that is going much too far." "It is... | innocent, they would disbelieve him. Now you see why Mahmoud Ali and self waste so much time over intrigues and associate with creatures like Ram Chand." "I cannot endure committees. I shall go right away." "Where to? Turtons and Burtons, all are the same." "But not in an Indian state." "I believe the Politicals are ob... | have gone, and while we lament them the English occupy Delhi and exclude us from East Africa. Islam itself, though true, throws cross-lights over the path to freedom. The song of the future must transcend creed. The poem for Mr. Bhattacharya never got written, but it had an effect. It led him towards the vague and bulk... | man who can compose both." "You are full of compliments to-day." "I know you bear me a grudge for trying that case," said the other, stretching out his hand impulsively. "You are so kind and friendly, but always I detect irony beneath your manner." "No, no, what nonsense!" protested Aziz. They shook hands, in a half-em... | multitudes and even sung in the fields. In what language shall it be written? And what shall it announce? He vowed to see more of Indians who were not Mohammedans, and never to look backward. It is the only healthy course. Of what help, in this latitude and hour, are the glories of Cordova and Samarcand? They have gone... | A Passage To India |
"I chose not to. Discussion of the past is useless," | Dr. Aziz | and made Miss Quested pay"<|quote|>"I chose not to. Discussion of the past is useless,"</|quote|>he said, with sudden sharpness | "If you had been sensible and made Miss Quested pay"<|quote|>"I chose not to. Discussion of the past is useless,"</|quote|>he said, with sudden sharpness of tone. "I have allowed | going much too far." "It is not going as far as Mr. Ram Chand." "But the money, the money they will never pay an adequate salary, those savage Rajahs." "I shall never be rich anywhere, it is outside my character." "If you had been sensible and made Miss Quested pay"<|quote|>"I chose not to. Discussion of the past is us... | gone,' "for it weakens us while we say it. We need a king, Hamidullah; it would make our lives easier. As it is, we must try to appreciate these quaint Hindus. My notion now is to try for some post as doctor in one of their states." "Oh, that is going much too far." "It is not going as far as Mr. Ram Chand." "But the m... | Ali and self waste so much time over intrigues and associate with creatures like Ram Chand." "I cannot endure committees. I shall go right away." "Where to? Turtons and Burtons, all are the same." "But not in an Indian state." "I believe the Politicals are obliged to have better manners. It amounts to no more." "I do w... | Delhi and exclude us from East Africa. Islam itself, though true, throws cross-lights over the path to freedom. The song of the future must transcend creed. The poem for Mr. Bhattacharya never got written, but it had an effect. It led him towards the vague and bulky figure of a mother-land. He was without natural affec... | to-day." "I know you bear me a grudge for trying that case," said the other, stretching out his hand impulsively. "You are so kind and friendly, but always I detect irony beneath your manner." "No, no, what nonsense!" protested Aziz. They shook hands, in a half-embrace that typified the entente. Between people of dista... | It is the only healthy course. Of what help, in this latitude and hour, are the glories of Cordova and Samarcand? They have gone, and while we lament them the English occupy Delhi and exclude us from East Africa. Islam itself, though true, throws cross-lights over the path to freedom. The song of the future must transc... | A Passage To India |
he said, with sudden sharpness of tone. | No speaker | of the past is useless,"<|quote|>he said, with sudden sharpness of tone.</|quote|>"I have allowed her to | "I chose not to. Discussion of the past is useless,"<|quote|>he said, with sudden sharpness of tone.</|quote|>"I have allowed her to keep her fortune and buy | as Mr. Ram Chand." "But the money, the money they will never pay an adequate salary, those savage Rajahs." "I shall never be rich anywhere, it is outside my character." "If you had been sensible and made Miss Quested pay" "I chose not to. Discussion of the past is useless,"<|quote|>he said, with sudden sharpness of ton... | need a king, Hamidullah; it would make our lives easier. As it is, we must try to appreciate these quaint Hindus. My notion now is to try for some post as doctor in one of their states." "Oh, that is going much too far." "It is not going as far as Mr. Ram Chand." "But the money, the money they will never pay an adequat... | associate with creatures like Ram Chand." "I cannot endure committees. I shall go right away." "Where to? Turtons and Burtons, all are the same." "But not in an Indian state." "I believe the Politicals are obliged to have better manners. It amounts to no more." "I do want to get away from British India, even to a poor ... | true, throws cross-lights over the path to freedom. The song of the future must transcend creed. The poem for Mr. Bhattacharya never got written, but it had an effect. It led him towards the vague and bulky figure of a mother-land. He was without natural affection for the land of his birth, but the Marabar Hills drove ... | that case," said the other, stretching out his hand impulsively. "You are so kind and friendly, but always I detect irony beneath your manner." "No, no, what nonsense!" protested Aziz. They shook hands, in a half-embrace that typified the entente. Between people of distant climes there is always the possibility of roma... | over his dreams. "My great mistake has been taking our rulers as a joke," he said to Hamidullah next day; who replied with a sigh: "It is far the wisest way to take them, but not possible in the long run. Sooner or later a disaster such as yours occurs, and reveals their secret thoughts about our character. If God hims... | A Passage To India |
"I have allowed her to keep her fortune and buy herself a husband in England, for which it will be very necessary. Don't mention the matter again." | Dr. Aziz | with sudden sharpness of tone.<|quote|>"I have allowed her to keep her fortune and buy herself a husband in England, for which it will be very necessary. Don't mention the matter again."</|quote|>"Very well, but your life | past is useless," he said, with sudden sharpness of tone.<|quote|>"I have allowed her to keep her fortune and buy herself a husband in England, for which it will be very necessary. Don't mention the matter again."</|quote|>"Very well, but your life must continue a poor man's; | the money they will never pay an adequate salary, those savage Rajahs." "I shall never be rich anywhere, it is outside my character." "If you had been sensible and made Miss Quested pay" "I chose not to. Discussion of the past is useless," he said, with sudden sharpness of tone.<|quote|>"I have allowed her to keep her ... | our lives easier. As it is, we must try to appreciate these quaint Hindus. My notion now is to try for some post as doctor in one of their states." "Oh, that is going much too far." "It is not going as far as Mr. Ram Chand." "But the money, the money they will never pay an adequate salary, those savage Rajahs." "I shal... | cannot endure committees. I shall go right away." "Where to? Turtons and Burtons, all are the same." "But not in an Indian state." "I believe the Politicals are obliged to have better manners. It amounts to no more." "I do want to get away from British India, even to a poor job. I think I could write poetry there. I wi... | freedom. The song of the future must transcend creed. The poem for Mr. Bhattacharya never got written, but it had an effect. It led him towards the vague and bulky figure of a mother-land. He was without natural affection for the land of his birth, but the Marabar Hills drove him to it. Half closing his eyes, he attemp... | his hand impulsively. "You are so kind and friendly, but always I detect irony beneath your manner." "No, no, what nonsense!" protested Aziz. They shook hands, in a half-embrace that typified the entente. Between people of distant climes there is always the possibility of romance, but the various branches of Indians kn... | has been taking our rulers as a joke," he said to Hamidullah next day; who replied with a sigh: "It is far the wisest way to take them, but not possible in the long run. Sooner or later a disaster such as yours occurs, and reveals their secret thoughts about our character. If God himself descended from heaven into thei... | A Passage To India |
"Very well, but your life must continue a poor man's; no holidays in Kashmir for you yet, you must stick to your profession and rise to a highly paid post, not retire to a jungle-state and write poems. Educate your children, read the latest scientific periodicals, compel European doctors to respect you. Accept the cons... | Hamidullah | Don't mention the matter again."<|quote|>"Very well, but your life must continue a poor man's; no holidays in Kashmir for you yet, you must stick to your profession and rise to a highly paid post, not retire to a jungle-state and write poems. Educate your children, read the latest scientific periodicals, compel Europea... | it will be very necessary. Don't mention the matter again."<|quote|>"Very well, but your life must continue a poor man's; no holidays in Kashmir for you yet, you must stick to your profession and rise to a highly paid post, not retire to a jungle-state and write poems. Educate your children, read the latest scientific ... | sensible and made Miss Quested pay" "I chose not to. Discussion of the past is useless," he said, with sudden sharpness of tone. "I have allowed her to keep her fortune and buy herself a husband in England, for which it will be very necessary. Don't mention the matter again."<|quote|>"Very well, but your life must cont... | of their states." "Oh, that is going much too far." "It is not going as far as Mr. Ram Chand." "But the money, the money they will never pay an adequate salary, those savage Rajahs." "I shall never be rich anywhere, it is outside my character." "If you had been sensible and made Miss Quested pay" "I chose not to. Discu... | are obliged to have better manners. It amounts to no more." "I do want to get away from British India, even to a poor job. I think I could write poetry there. I wish I had lived in Babur's time and fought and written for him. Gone, gone, and not even any use to say" Gone, gone,' "for it weakens us while we say it. We n... | vague and bulky figure of a mother-land. He was without natural affection for the land of his birth, but the Marabar Hills drove him to it. Half closing his eyes, he attempted to love India. She must imitate Japan. Not until she is a nation will her sons be treated with respect. He grew harder and less approachable. Th... | a half-embrace that typified the entente. Between people of distant climes there is always the possibility of romance, but the various branches of Indians know too much about each other to surmount the unknowable easily. The approach is prosaic. "Excellent," said Aziz, patting a stout shoulder and thinking, "I wish the... | extreme, and wrote a satire, which was too libellous to print. He could only express pathos or venom, though most of his life had no concern with either. He loved poetry science was merely an acquisition, which he laid aside when unobserved like his European dress and this evening he longed to compose a new song which ... | A Passage To India |
Aziz winked at him slowly and said: | No speaker | own actions like a man."<|quote|>Aziz winked at him slowly and said:</|quote|>"We are not in the | Accept the consequences of your own actions like a man."<|quote|>Aziz winked at him slowly and said:</|quote|>"We are not in the law courts. There are many | in Kashmir for you yet, you must stick to your profession and rise to a highly paid post, not retire to a jungle-state and write poems. Educate your children, read the latest scientific periodicals, compel European doctors to respect you. Accept the consequences of your own actions like a man."<|quote|>Aziz winked at h... | the past is useless," he said, with sudden sharpness of tone. "I have allowed her to keep her fortune and buy herself a husband in England, for which it will be very necessary. Don't mention the matter again." "Very well, but your life must continue a poor man's; no holidays in Kashmir for you yet, you must stick to yo... | we say it. We need a king, Hamidullah; it would make our lives easier. As it is, we must try to appreciate these quaint Hindus. My notion now is to try for some post as doctor in one of their states." "Oh, that is going much too far." "It is not going as far as Mr. Ram Chand." "But the money, the money they will never ... | had laughed at or ignored, persecuted him everywhere; they had even thrown nets over his dreams. "My great mistake has been taking our rulers as a joke," he said to Hamidullah next day; who replied with a sigh: "It is far the wisest way to take them, but not possible in the long run. Sooner or later a disaster such as ... | are very violent." They smiled wistfully, each spying the thought in the other's heart, and Das, the more articulate, said: "Excuse my mistakes, realize my limitations. Life is not easy as we know it on the earth." "Oh, well, about this poem how did you hear I sometimes scribbled?" he asked, much pleased, and a good de... | any use to say" Gone, gone,' "for it weakens us while we say it. We need a king, Hamidullah; it would make our lives easier. As it is, we must try to appreciate these quaint Hindus. My notion now is to try for some post as doctor in one of their states." "Oh, that is going much too far." "It is not going as far as Mr. ... | A Passage To India |
"We are not in the law courts. There are many ways of being a man; mine is to express what is deepest in my heart." | Dr. Aziz | at him slowly and said:<|quote|>"We are not in the law courts. There are many ways of being a man; mine is to express what is deepest in my heart."</|quote|>"To such a remark there | like a man." Aziz winked at him slowly and said:<|quote|>"We are not in the law courts. There are many ways of being a man; mine is to express what is deepest in my heart."</|quote|>"To such a remark there is certainly no reply," said | stick to your profession and rise to a highly paid post, not retire to a jungle-state and write poems. Educate your children, read the latest scientific periodicals, compel European doctors to respect you. Accept the consequences of your own actions like a man." Aziz winked at him slowly and said:<|quote|>"We are not i... | sudden sharpness of tone. "I have allowed her to keep her fortune and buy herself a husband in England, for which it will be very necessary. Don't mention the matter again." "Very well, but your life must continue a poor man's; no holidays in Kashmir for you yet, you must stick to your profession and rise to a highly p... | Hamidullah; it would make our lives easier. As it is, we must try to appreciate these quaint Hindus. My notion now is to try for some post as doctor in one of their states." "Oh, that is going much too far." "It is not going as far as Mr. Ram Chand." "But the money, the money they will never pay an adequate salary, tho... | everywhere; they had even thrown nets over his dreams. "My great mistake has been taking our rulers as a joke," he said to Hamidullah next day; who replied with a sigh: "It is far the wisest way to take them, but not possible in the long run. Sooner or later a disaster such as yours occurs, and reveals their secret tho... | spying the thought in the other's heart, and Das, the more articulate, said: "Excuse my mistakes, realize my limitations. Life is not easy as we know it on the earth." "Oh, well, about this poem how did you hear I sometimes scribbled?" he asked, much pleased, and a good deal moved for literature had always been a solac... | no more." "I do want to get away from British India, even to a poor job. I think I could write poetry there. I wish I had lived in Babur's time and fought and written for him. Gone, gone, and not even any use to say" Gone, gone,' "for it weakens us while we say it. We need a king, Hamidullah; it would make our lives ea... | A Passage To India |
"To such a remark there is certainly no reply," | Hamidullah | is deepest in my heart."<|quote|>"To such a remark there is certainly no reply,"</|quote|>said Hamidullah, moved. Recovering himself | mine is to express what is deepest in my heart."<|quote|>"To such a remark there is certainly no reply,"</|quote|>said Hamidullah, moved. Recovering himself and smiling, he said: "Have | scientific periodicals, compel European doctors to respect you. Accept the consequences of your own actions like a man." Aziz winked at him slowly and said: "We are not in the law courts. There are many ways of being a man; mine is to express what is deepest in my heart."<|quote|>"To such a remark there is certainly no... | necessary. Don't mention the matter again." "Very well, but your life must continue a poor man's; no holidays in Kashmir for you yet, you must stick to your profession and rise to a highly paid post, not retire to a jungle-state and write poems. Educate your children, read the latest scientific periodicals, compel Euro... | some post as doctor in one of their states." "Oh, that is going much too far." "It is not going as far as Mr. Ram Chand." "But the money, the money they will never pay an adequate salary, those savage Rajahs." "I shall never be rich anywhere, it is outside my character." "If you had been sensible and made Miss Quested ... | day; who replied with a sigh: "It is far the wisest way to take them, but not possible in the long run. Sooner or later a disaster such as yours occurs, and reveals their secret thoughts about our character. If God himself descended from heaven into their club and said you were innocent, they would disbelieve him. Now ... | know it on the earth." "Oh, well, about this poem how did you hear I sometimes scribbled?" he asked, much pleased, and a good deal moved for literature had always been a solace to him, something that the ugliness of facts could not spoil. "Professor Godbole often mentioned it, before his departure for Mau." "How did he... | at or ignored, persecuted him everywhere; they had even thrown nets over his dreams. "My great mistake has been taking our rulers as a joke," he said to Hamidullah next day; who replied with a sigh: "It is far the wisest way to take them, but not possible in the long run. Sooner or later a disaster such as yours occurs... | A Passage To India |
said Hamidullah, moved. Recovering himself and smiling, he said: | No speaker | there is certainly no reply,"<|quote|>said Hamidullah, moved. Recovering himself and smiling, he said:</|quote|>"Have you heard this naughty | heart." "To such a remark there is certainly no reply,"<|quote|>said Hamidullah, moved. Recovering himself and smiling, he said:</|quote|>"Have you heard this naughty rumour that Mohammed Latif has | the consequences of your own actions like a man." Aziz winked at him slowly and said: "We are not in the law courts. There are many ways of being a man; mine is to express what is deepest in my heart." "To such a remark there is certainly no reply,"<|quote|>said Hamidullah, moved. Recovering himself and smiling, he sai... | your life must continue a poor man's; no holidays in Kashmir for you yet, you must stick to your profession and rise to a highly paid post, not retire to a jungle-state and write poems. Educate your children, read the latest scientific periodicals, compel European doctors to respect you. Accept the consequences of your... | "Oh, that is going much too far." "It is not going as far as Mr. Ram Chand." "But the money, the money they will never pay an adequate salary, those savage Rajahs." "I shall never be rich anywhere, it is outside my character." "If you had been sensible and made Miss Quested pay" "I chose not to. Discussion of the past ... | the wisest way to take them, but not possible in the long run. Sooner or later a disaster such as yours occurs, and reveals their secret thoughts about our character. If God himself descended from heaven into their club and said you were innocent, they would disbelieve him. Now you see why Mahmoud Ali and self waste so... | poem how did you hear I sometimes scribbled?" he asked, much pleased, and a good deal moved for literature had always been a solace to him, something that the ugliness of facts could not spoil. "Professor Godbole often mentioned it, before his departure for Mau." "How did he hear?" "He too was a poet; do you not divine... | to? Turtons and Burtons, all are the same." "But not in an Indian state." "I believe the Politicals are obliged to have better manners. It amounts to no more." "I do want to get away from British India, even to a poor job. I think I could write poetry there. I wish I had lived in Babur's time and fought and written for... | A Passage To India |
"Have you heard this naughty rumour that Mohammed Latif has got hold of?" | Hamidullah | himself and smiling, he said:<|quote|>"Have you heard this naughty rumour that Mohammed Latif has got hold of?"</|quote|>"Which?" "When Miss Quested stopped | reply," said Hamidullah, moved. Recovering himself and smiling, he said:<|quote|>"Have you heard this naughty rumour that Mohammed Latif has got hold of?"</|quote|>"Which?" "When Miss Quested stopped in the College, Fielding used | Aziz winked at him slowly and said: "We are not in the law courts. There are many ways of being a man; mine is to express what is deepest in my heart." "To such a remark there is certainly no reply," said Hamidullah, moved. Recovering himself and smiling, he said:<|quote|>"Have you heard this naughty rumour that Mohamm... | in Kashmir for you yet, you must stick to your profession and rise to a highly paid post, not retire to a jungle-state and write poems. Educate your children, read the latest scientific periodicals, compel European doctors to respect you. Accept the consequences of your own actions like a man." Aziz winked at him slowl... | not going as far as Mr. Ram Chand." "But the money, the money they will never pay an adequate salary, those savage Rajahs." "I shall never be rich anywhere, it is outside my character." "If you had been sensible and made Miss Quested pay" "I chose not to. Discussion of the past is useless," he said, with sudden sharpne... | in the long run. Sooner or later a disaster such as yours occurs, and reveals their secret thoughts about our character. If God himself descended from heaven into their club and said you were innocent, they would disbelieve him. Now you see why Mahmoud Ali and self waste so much time over intrigues and associate with c... | asked, much pleased, and a good deal moved for literature had always been a solace to him, something that the ugliness of facts could not spoil. "Professor Godbole often mentioned it, before his departure for Mau." "How did he hear?" "He too was a poet; do you not divine each other?" Flattered by the invitation, he got... | have better manners. It amounts to no more." "I do want to get away from British India, even to a poor job. I think I could write poetry there. I wish I had lived in Babur's time and fought and written for him. Gone, gone, and not even any use to say" Gone, gone,' "for it weakens us while we say it. We need a king, Ham... | A Passage To India |
"Which?" | Dr. Aziz | Latif has got hold of?"<|quote|>"Which?"</|quote|>"When Miss Quested stopped in | this naughty rumour that Mohammed Latif has got hold of?"<|quote|>"Which?"</|quote|>"When Miss Quested stopped in the College, Fielding used to | courts. There are many ways of being a man; mine is to express what is deepest in my heart." "To such a remark there is certainly no reply," said Hamidullah, moved. Recovering himself and smiling, he said: "Have you heard this naughty rumour that Mohammed Latif has got hold of?"<|quote|>"Which?"</|quote|>"When Miss Que... | to a highly paid post, not retire to a jungle-state and write poems. Educate your children, read the latest scientific periodicals, compel European doctors to respect you. Accept the consequences of your own actions like a man." Aziz winked at him slowly and said: "We are not in the law courts. There are many ways of b... | they will never pay an adequate salary, those savage Rajahs." "I shall never be rich anywhere, it is outside my character." "If you had been sensible and made Miss Quested pay" "I chose not to. Discussion of the past is useless," he said, with sudden sharpness of tone. "I have allowed her to keep her fortune and buy he... | and reveals their secret thoughts about our character. If God himself descended from heaven into their club and said you were innocent, they would disbelieve him. Now you see why Mahmoud Ali and self waste so much time over intrigues and associate with creatures like Ram Chand." "I cannot endure committees. I shall go ... | a solace to him, something that the ugliness of facts could not spoil. "Professor Godbole often mentioned it, before his departure for Mau." "How did he hear?" "He too was a poet; do you not divine each other?" Flattered by the invitation, he got to work that evening. The feel of the pen between his fingers generated b... | we say it. We need a king, Hamidullah; it would make our lives easier. As it is, we must try to appreciate these quaint Hindus. My notion now is to try for some post as doctor in one of their states." "Oh, that is going much too far." "It is not going as far as Mr. Ram Chand." "But the money, the money they will never ... | A Passage To India |
"When Miss Quested stopped in the College, Fielding used to visit her . . . rather too late in the evening, the servants say." | Hamidullah | has got hold of?" "Which?"<|quote|>"When Miss Quested stopped in the College, Fielding used to visit her . . . rather too late in the evening, the servants say."</|quote|>"A pleasant change for her | naughty rumour that Mohammed Latif has got hold of?" "Which?"<|quote|>"When Miss Quested stopped in the College, Fielding used to visit her . . . rather too late in the evening, the servants say."</|quote|>"A pleasant change for her if he did," said Aziz, | There are many ways of being a man; mine is to express what is deepest in my heart." "To such a remark there is certainly no reply," said Hamidullah, moved. Recovering himself and smiling, he said: "Have you heard this naughty rumour that Mohammed Latif has got hold of?" "Which?"<|quote|>"When Miss Quested stopped in t... | a highly paid post, not retire to a jungle-state and write poems. Educate your children, read the latest scientific periodicals, compel European doctors to respect you. Accept the consequences of your own actions like a man." Aziz winked at him slowly and said: "We are not in the law courts. There are many ways of bein... | will never pay an adequate salary, those savage Rajahs." "I shall never be rich anywhere, it is outside my character." "If you had been sensible and made Miss Quested pay" "I chose not to. Discussion of the past is useless," he said, with sudden sharpness of tone. "I have allowed her to keep her fortune and buy herself... | reveals their secret thoughts about our character. If God himself descended from heaven into their club and said you were innocent, they would disbelieve him. Now you see why Mahmoud Ali and self waste so much time over intrigues and associate with creatures like Ram Chand." "I cannot endure committees. I shall go righ... | solace to him, something that the ugliness of facts could not spoil. "Professor Godbole often mentioned it, before his departure for Mau." "How did he hear?" "He too was a poet; do you not divine each other?" Flattered by the invitation, he got to work that evening. The feel of the pen between his fingers generated bul... | over the path to freedom. The song of the future must transcend creed. The poem for Mr. Bhattacharya never got written, but it had an effect. It led him towards the vague and bulky figure of a mother-land. He was without natural affection for the land of his birth, but the Marabar Hills drove him to it. Half closing hi... | A Passage To India |
"A pleasant change for her if he did," | Dr. Aziz | the evening, the servants say."<|quote|>"A pleasant change for her if he did,"</|quote|>said Aziz, making a curious | . rather too late in the evening, the servants say."<|quote|>"A pleasant change for her if he did,"</|quote|>said Aziz, making a curious face. "But you understand my | certainly no reply," said Hamidullah, moved. Recovering himself and smiling, he said: "Have you heard this naughty rumour that Mohammed Latif has got hold of?" "Which?" "When Miss Quested stopped in the College, Fielding used to visit her . . . rather too late in the evening, the servants say."<|quote|>"A pleasant chan... | respect you. Accept the consequences of your own actions like a man." Aziz winked at him slowly and said: "We are not in the law courts. There are many ways of being a man; mine is to express what is deepest in my heart." "To such a remark there is certainly no reply," said Hamidullah, moved. Recovering himself and smi... | sensible and made Miss Quested pay" "I chose not to. Discussion of the past is useless," he said, with sudden sharpness of tone. "I have allowed her to keep her fortune and buy herself a husband in England, for which it will be very necessary. Don't mention the matter again." "Very well, but your life must continue a p... | him. Now you see why Mahmoud Ali and self waste so much time over intrigues and associate with creatures like Ram Chand." "I cannot endure committees. I shall go right away." "Where to? Turtons and Burtons, all are the same." "But not in an Indian state." "I believe the Politicals are obliged to have better manners. It... | he hear?" "He too was a poet; do you not divine each other?" Flattered by the invitation, he got to work that evening. The feel of the pen between his fingers generated bulbuls at once. His poem was again about the decay of Islam and the brevity of love; as sad and sweet as he could contrive, but not nourished by perso... | to it. Half closing his eyes, he attempted to love India. She must imitate Japan. Not until she is a nation will her sons be treated with respect. He grew harder and less approachable. The English, whom he had laughed at or ignored, persecuted him everywhere; they had even thrown nets over his dreams. "My great mistake... | A Passage To India |
said Aziz, making a curious face. | No speaker | for her if he did,"<|quote|>said Aziz, making a curious face.</|quote|>"But you understand my meaning?" | servants say." "A pleasant change for her if he did,"<|quote|>said Aziz, making a curious face.</|quote|>"But you understand my meaning?" The young man winked again | and smiling, he said: "Have you heard this naughty rumour that Mohammed Latif has got hold of?" "Which?" "When Miss Quested stopped in the College, Fielding used to visit her . . . rather too late in the evening, the servants say." "A pleasant change for her if he did,"<|quote|>said Aziz, making a curious face.</|quote... | actions like a man." Aziz winked at him slowly and said: "We are not in the law courts. There are many ways of being a man; mine is to express what is deepest in my heart." "To such a remark there is certainly no reply," said Hamidullah, moved. Recovering himself and smiling, he said: "Have you heard this naughty rumou... | not to. Discussion of the past is useless," he said, with sudden sharpness of tone. "I have allowed her to keep her fortune and buy herself a husband in England, for which it will be very necessary. Don't mention the matter again." "Very well, but your life must continue a poor man's; no holidays in Kashmir for you yet... | self waste so much time over intrigues and associate with creatures like Ram Chand." "I cannot endure committees. I shall go right away." "Where to? Turtons and Burtons, all are the same." "But not in an Indian state." "I believe the Politicals are obliged to have better manners. It amounts to no more." "I do want to g... | you not divine each other?" Flattered by the invitation, he got to work that evening. The feel of the pen between his fingers generated bulbuls at once. His poem was again about the decay of Islam and the brevity of love; as sad and sweet as he could contrive, but not nourished by personal experience, and of no interes... | "I shall never be rich anywhere, it is outside my character." "If you had been sensible and made Miss Quested pay" "I chose not to. Discussion of the past is useless," he said, with sudden sharpness of tone. "I have allowed her to keep her fortune and buy herself a husband in England, for which it will be very necessar... | A Passage To India |
"But you understand my meaning?" | Hamidullah | Aziz, making a curious face.<|quote|>"But you understand my meaning?"</|quote|>The young man winked again | her if he did," said Aziz, making a curious face.<|quote|>"But you understand my meaning?"</|quote|>The young man winked again and said: "Just! Still, your | heard this naughty rumour that Mohammed Latif has got hold of?" "Which?" "When Miss Quested stopped in the College, Fielding used to visit her . . . rather too late in the evening, the servants say." "A pleasant change for her if he did," said Aziz, making a curious face.<|quote|>"But you understand my meaning?"</|quot... | at him slowly and said: "We are not in the law courts. There are many ways of being a man; mine is to express what is deepest in my heart." "To such a remark there is certainly no reply," said Hamidullah, moved. Recovering himself and smiling, he said: "Have you heard this naughty rumour that Mohammed Latif has got hol... | is useless," he said, with sudden sharpness of tone. "I have allowed her to keep her fortune and buy herself a husband in England, for which it will be very necessary. Don't mention the matter again." "Very well, but your life must continue a poor man's; no holidays in Kashmir for you yet, you must stick to your profes... | intrigues and associate with creatures like Ram Chand." "I cannot endure committees. I shall go right away." "Where to? Turtons and Burtons, all are the same." "But not in an Indian state." "I believe the Politicals are obliged to have better manners. It amounts to no more." "I do want to get away from British India, e... | by the invitation, he got to work that evening. The feel of the pen between his fingers generated bulbuls at once. His poem was again about the decay of Islam and the brevity of love; as sad and sweet as he could contrive, but not nourished by personal experience, and of no interest to these excellent Hindus. Feeling d... | had laughed at or ignored, persecuted him everywhere; they had even thrown nets over his dreams. "My great mistake has been taking our rulers as a joke," he said to Hamidullah next day; who replied with a sigh: "It is far the wisest way to take them, but not possible in the long run. Sooner or later a disaster such as ... | A Passage To India |
The young man winked again and said: | No speaker | "But you understand my meaning?"<|quote|>The young man winked again and said:</|quote|>"Just! Still, your meaning doesn't | Aziz, making a curious face. "But you understand my meaning?"<|quote|>The young man winked again and said:</|quote|>"Just! Still, your meaning doesn't help me out of my | Mohammed Latif has got hold of?" "Which?" "When Miss Quested stopped in the College, Fielding used to visit her . . . rather too late in the evening, the servants say." "A pleasant change for her if he did," said Aziz, making a curious face. "But you understand my meaning?"<|quote|>The young man winked again and said:<... | "We are not in the law courts. There are many ways of being a man; mine is to express what is deepest in my heart." "To such a remark there is certainly no reply," said Hamidullah, moved. Recovering himself and smiling, he said: "Have you heard this naughty rumour that Mohammed Latif has got hold of?" "Which?" "When Mi... | sudden sharpness of tone. "I have allowed her to keep her fortune and buy herself a husband in England, for which it will be very necessary. Don't mention the matter again." "Very well, but your life must continue a poor man's; no holidays in Kashmir for you yet, you must stick to your profession and rise to a highly p... | like Ram Chand." "I cannot endure committees. I shall go right away." "Where to? Turtons and Burtons, all are the same." "But not in an Indian state." "I believe the Politicals are obliged to have better manners. It amounts to no more." "I do want to get away from British India, even to a poor job. I think I could writ... | to work that evening. The feel of the pen between his fingers generated bulbuls at once. His poem was again about the decay of Islam and the brevity of love; as sad and sweet as he could contrive, but not nourished by personal experience, and of no interest to these excellent Hindus. Feeling dissatisfied, he rushed to ... | him everywhere; they had even thrown nets over his dreams. "My great mistake has been taking our rulers as a joke," he said to Hamidullah next day; who replied with a sigh: "It is far the wisest way to take them, but not possible in the long run. Sooner or later a disaster such as yours occurs, and reveals their secret... | A Passage To India |
"Just! Still, your meaning doesn't help me out of my difficulties. I am determined to leave Chandrapore. The problem is, for where? I am determined to write poetry. The problem is, about what? You give me no assistance." | Dr. Aziz | man winked again and said:<|quote|>"Just! Still, your meaning doesn't help me out of my difficulties. I am determined to leave Chandrapore. The problem is, for where? I am determined to write poetry. The problem is, about what? You give me no assistance."</|quote|>Then, surprising both Hamidullah and | understand my meaning?" The young man winked again and said:<|quote|>"Just! Still, your meaning doesn't help me out of my difficulties. I am determined to leave Chandrapore. The problem is, for where? I am determined to write poetry. The problem is, about what? You give me no assistance."</|quote|>Then, surprising both... | "When Miss Quested stopped in the College, Fielding used to visit her . . . rather too late in the evening, the servants say." "A pleasant change for her if he did," said Aziz, making a curious face. "But you understand my meaning?" The young man winked again and said:<|quote|>"Just! Still, your meaning doesn't help me... | There are many ways of being a man; mine is to express what is deepest in my heart." "To such a remark there is certainly no reply," said Hamidullah, moved. Recovering himself and smiling, he said: "Have you heard this naughty rumour that Mohammed Latif has got hold of?" "Which?" "When Miss Quested stopped in the Colle... | her to keep her fortune and buy herself a husband in England, for which it will be very necessary. Don't mention the matter again." "Very well, but your life must continue a poor man's; no holidays in Kashmir for you yet, you must stick to your profession and rise to a highly paid post, not retire to a jungle-state and... | I shall go right away." "Where to? Turtons and Burtons, all are the same." "But not in an Indian state." "I believe the Politicals are obliged to have better manners. It amounts to no more." "I do want to get away from British India, even to a poor job. I think I could write poetry there. I wish I had lived in Babur's ... | the pen between his fingers generated bulbuls at once. His poem was again about the decay of Islam and the brevity of love; as sad and sweet as he could contrive, but not nourished by personal experience, and of no interest to these excellent Hindus. Feeling dissatisfied, he rushed to the other extreme, and wrote a sat... | is to try for some post as doctor in one of their states." "Oh, that is going much too far." "It is not going as far as Mr. Ram Chand." "But the money, the money they will never pay an adequate salary, those savage Rajahs." "I shall never be rich anywhere, it is outside my character." "If you had been sensible and made... | A Passage To India |
Then, surprising both Hamidullah and himself, he had an explosion of nerves. | No speaker | You give me no assistance."<|quote|>Then, surprising both Hamidullah and himself, he had an explosion of nerves.</|quote|>"But who does give me | The problem is, about what? You give me no assistance."<|quote|>Then, surprising both Hamidullah and himself, he had an explosion of nerves.</|quote|>"But who does give me assistance? No one is my | "But you understand my meaning?" The young man winked again and said: "Just! Still, your meaning doesn't help me out of my difficulties. I am determined to leave Chandrapore. The problem is, for where? I am determined to write poetry. The problem is, about what? You give me no assistance."<|quote|>Then, surprising both... | heard this naughty rumour that Mohammed Latif has got hold of?" "Which?" "When Miss Quested stopped in the College, Fielding used to visit her . . . rather too late in the evening, the servants say." "A pleasant change for her if he did," said Aziz, making a curious face. "But you understand my meaning?" The young man ... | for you yet, you must stick to your profession and rise to a highly paid post, not retire to a jungle-state and write poems. Educate your children, read the latest scientific periodicals, compel European doctors to respect you. Accept the consequences of your own actions like a man." Aziz winked at him slowly and said:... | to get away from British India, even to a poor job. I think I could write poetry there. I wish I had lived in Babur's time and fought and written for him. Gone, gone, and not even any use to say" Gone, gone,' "for it weakens us while we say it. We need a king, Hamidullah; it would make our lives easier. As it is, we mu... | of no interest to these excellent Hindus. Feeling dissatisfied, he rushed to the other extreme, and wrote a satire, which was too libellous to print. He could only express pathos or venom, though most of his life had no concern with either. He loved poetry science was merely an acquisition, which he laid aside when uno... | wish I had lived in Babur's time and fought and written for him. Gone, gone, and not even any use to say" Gone, gone,' "for it weakens us while we say it. We need a king, Hamidullah; it would make our lives easier. As it is, we must try to appreciate these quaint Hindus. My notion now is to try for some post as doctor ... | A Passage To India |
"But who does give me assistance? No one is my friend. All are traitors, even my own children. I have had enough of friends." | Dr. Aziz | had an explosion of nerves.<|quote|>"But who does give me assistance? No one is my friend. All are traitors, even my own children. I have had enough of friends."</|quote|>"I was going to suggest | both Hamidullah and himself, he had an explosion of nerves.<|quote|>"But who does give me assistance? No one is my friend. All are traitors, even my own children. I have had enough of friends."</|quote|>"I was going to suggest we go behind the purdah, | "Just! Still, your meaning doesn't help me out of my difficulties. I am determined to leave Chandrapore. The problem is, for where? I am determined to write poetry. The problem is, about what? You give me no assistance." Then, surprising both Hamidullah and himself, he had an explosion of nerves.<|quote|>"But who does ... | "When Miss Quested stopped in the College, Fielding used to visit her . . . rather too late in the evening, the servants say." "A pleasant change for her if he did," said Aziz, making a curious face. "But you understand my meaning?" The young man winked again and said: "Just! Still, your meaning doesn't help me out of ... | a highly paid post, not retire to a jungle-state and write poems. Educate your children, read the latest scientific periodicals, compel European doctors to respect you. Accept the consequences of your own actions like a man." Aziz winked at him slowly and said: "We are not in the law courts. There are many ways of bein... | think I could write poetry there. I wish I had lived in Babur's time and fought and written for him. Gone, gone, and not even any use to say" Gone, gone,' "for it weakens us while we say it. We need a king, Hamidullah; it would make our lives easier. As it is, we must try to appreciate these quaint Hindus. My notion no... | the other extreme, and wrote a satire, which was too libellous to print. He could only express pathos or venom, though most of his life had no concern with either. He loved poetry science was merely an acquisition, which he laid aside when unobserved like his European dress and this evening he longed to compose a new s... | the same." "But not in an Indian state." "I believe the Politicals are obliged to have better manners. It amounts to no more." "I do want to get away from British India, even to a poor job. I think I could write poetry there. I wish I had lived in Babur's time and fought and written for him. Gone, gone, and not even an... | A Passage To India |
"I was going to suggest we go behind the purdah, but your three treacherous children are there, so you will not want to." | Hamidullah | have had enough of friends."<|quote|>"I was going to suggest we go behind the purdah, but your three treacherous children are there, so you will not want to."</|quote|>"I am sorry, it is | even my own children. I have had enough of friends."<|quote|>"I was going to suggest we go behind the purdah, but your three treacherous children are there, so you will not want to."</|quote|>"I am sorry, it is ever since I was in | determined to write poetry. The problem is, about what? You give me no assistance." Then, surprising both Hamidullah and himself, he had an explosion of nerves. "But who does give me assistance? No one is my friend. All are traitors, even my own children. I have had enough of friends."<|quote|>"I was going to suggest w... | "A pleasant change for her if he did," said Aziz, making a curious face. "But you understand my meaning?" The young man winked again and said: "Just! Still, your meaning doesn't help me out of my difficulties. I am determined to leave Chandrapore. The problem is, for where? I am determined to write poetry. The problem ... | respect you. Accept the consequences of your own actions like a man." Aziz winked at him slowly and said: "We are not in the law courts. There are many ways of being a man; mine is to express what is deepest in my heart." "To such a remark there is certainly no reply," said Hamidullah, moved. Recovering himself and smi... | even any use to say" Gone, gone,' "for it weakens us while we say it. We need a king, Hamidullah; it would make our lives easier. As it is, we must try to appreciate these quaint Hindus. My notion now is to try for some post as doctor in one of their states." "Oh, that is going much too far." "It is not going as far as... | life had no concern with either. He loved poetry science was merely an acquisition, which he laid aside when unobserved like his European dress and this evening he longed to compose a new song which should be acclaimed by multitudes and even sung in the fields. In what language shall it be written? And what shall it an... | far as Mr. Ram Chand." "But the money, the money they will never pay an adequate salary, those savage Rajahs." "I shall never be rich anywhere, it is outside my character." "If you had been sensible and made Miss Quested pay" "I chose not to. Discussion of the past is useless," he said, with sudden sharpness of tone. "... | A Passage To India |
"I am sorry, it is ever since I was in prison my temper is strange; take me, forgive me." | Dr. Aziz | you will not want to."<|quote|>"I am sorry, it is ever since I was in prison my temper is strange; take me, forgive me."</|quote|>"Nureddin's mother is visiting my | treacherous children are there, so you will not want to."<|quote|>"I am sorry, it is ever since I was in prison my temper is strange; take me, forgive me."</|quote|>"Nureddin's mother is visiting my wife now. That is all | explosion of nerves. "But who does give me assistance? No one is my friend. All are traitors, even my own children. I have had enough of friends." "I was going to suggest we go behind the purdah, but your three treacherous children are there, so you will not want to."<|quote|>"I am sorry, it is ever since I was in pris... | again and said: "Just! Still, your meaning doesn't help me out of my difficulties. I am determined to leave Chandrapore. The problem is, for where? I am determined to write poetry. The problem is, about what? You give me no assistance." Then, surprising both Hamidullah and himself, he had an explosion of nerves. "But w... | the law courts. There are many ways of being a man; mine is to express what is deepest in my heart." "To such a remark there is certainly no reply," said Hamidullah, moved. Recovering himself and smiling, he said: "Have you heard this naughty rumour that Mohammed Latif has got hold of?" "Which?" "When Miss Quested stop... | our lives easier. As it is, we must try to appreciate these quaint Hindus. My notion now is to try for some post as doctor in one of their states." "Oh, that is going much too far." "It is not going as far as Mr. Ram Chand." "But the money, the money they will never pay an adequate salary, those savage Rajahs." "I shal... | dress and this evening he longed to compose a new song which should be acclaimed by multitudes and even sung in the fields. In what language shall it be written? And what shall it announce? He vowed to see more of Indians who were not Mohammedans, and never to look backward. It is the only healthy course. Of what help,... | the past is useless," he said, with sudden sharpness of tone. "I have allowed her to keep her fortune and buy herself a husband in England, for which it will be very necessary. Don't mention the matter again." "Very well, but your life must continue a poor man's; no holidays in Kashmir for you yet, you must stick to yo... | A Passage To India |
"Nureddin's mother is visiting my wife now. That is all right, I think." | Hamidullah | strange; take me, forgive me."<|quote|>"Nureddin's mother is visiting my wife now. That is all right, I think."</|quote|>"They come before me separately, | in prison my temper is strange; take me, forgive me."<|quote|>"Nureddin's mother is visiting my wife now. That is all right, I think."</|quote|>"They come before me separately, but not so far together. | own children. I have had enough of friends." "I was going to suggest we go behind the purdah, but your three treacherous children are there, so you will not want to." "I am sorry, it is ever since I was in prison my temper is strange; take me, forgive me."<|quote|>"Nureddin's mother is visiting my wife now. That is all... | Chandrapore. The problem is, for where? I am determined to write poetry. The problem is, about what? You give me no assistance." Then, surprising both Hamidullah and himself, he had an explosion of nerves. "But who does give me assistance? No one is my friend. All are traitors, even my own children. I have had enough o... | my heart." "To such a remark there is certainly no reply," said Hamidullah, moved. Recovering himself and smiling, he said: "Have you heard this naughty rumour that Mohammed Latif has got hold of?" "Which?" "When Miss Quested stopped in the College, Fielding used to visit her . . . rather too late in the evening, the s... | try for some post as doctor in one of their states." "Oh, that is going much too far." "It is not going as far as Mr. Ram Chand." "But the money, the money they will never pay an adequate salary, those savage Rajahs." "I shall never be rich anywhere, it is outside my character." "If you had been sensible and made Miss ... | sung in the fields. In what language shall it be written? And what shall it announce? He vowed to see more of Indians who were not Mohammedans, and never to look backward. It is the only healthy course. Of what help, in this latitude and hour, are the glories of Cordova and Samarcand? They have gone, and while we lamen... | what is deepest in my heart." "To such a remark there is certainly no reply," said Hamidullah, moved. Recovering himself and smiling, he said: "Have you heard this naughty rumour that Mohammed Latif has got hold of?" "Which?" "When Miss Quested stopped in the College, Fielding used to visit her . . . rather too late in... | A Passage To India |
"They come before me separately, but not so far together. You had better prepare them for the united shock of my face." | Dr. Aziz | is all right, I think."<|quote|>"They come before me separately, but not so far together. You had better prepare them for the united shock of my face."</|quote|>"No, let us surprise them | visiting my wife now. That is all right, I think."<|quote|>"They come before me separately, but not so far together. You had better prepare them for the united shock of my face."</|quote|>"No, let us surprise them without warning, far too much | we go behind the purdah, but your three treacherous children are there, so you will not want to." "I am sorry, it is ever since I was in prison my temper is strange; take me, forgive me." "Nureddin's mother is visiting my wife now. That is all right, I think."<|quote|>"They come before me separately, but not so far tog... | problem is, about what? You give me no assistance." Then, surprising both Hamidullah and himself, he had an explosion of nerves. "But who does give me assistance? No one is my friend. All are traitors, even my own children. I have had enough of friends." "I was going to suggest we go behind the purdah, but your three t... | moved. Recovering himself and smiling, he said: "Have you heard this naughty rumour that Mohammed Latif has got hold of?" "Which?" "When Miss Quested stopped in the College, Fielding used to visit her . . . rather too late in the evening, the servants say." "A pleasant change for her if he did," said Aziz, making a cur... | is going much too far." "It is not going as far as Mr. Ram Chand." "But the money, the money they will never pay an adequate salary, those savage Rajahs." "I shall never be rich anywhere, it is outside my character." "If you had been sensible and made Miss Quested pay" "I chose not to. Discussion of the past is useless... | shall it announce? He vowed to see more of Indians who were not Mohammedans, and never to look backward. It is the only healthy course. Of what help, in this latitude and hour, are the glories of Cordova and Samarcand? They have gone, and while we lament them the English occupy Delhi and exclude us from East Africa. Is... | see why Mahmoud Ali and self waste so much time over intrigues and associate with creatures like Ram Chand." "I cannot endure committees. I shall go right away." "Where to? Turtons and Burtons, all are the same." "But not in an Indian state." "I believe the Politicals are obliged to have better manners. It amounts to n... | A Passage To India |
"No, let us surprise them without warning, far too much nonsense still goes on among our ladies. They pretended at the time of your trial they would give up purdah; indeed, those of them who can write composed a document to that effect, and now it ends in humbug. You know how deeply they all respect Fielding, but not o... | Hamidullah | united shock of my face."<|quote|>"No, let us surprise them without warning, far too much nonsense still goes on among our ladies. They pretended at the time of your trial they would give up purdah; indeed, those of them who can write composed a document to that effect, and now it ends in humbug. You know how deeply th... | better prepare them for the united shock of my face."<|quote|>"No, let us surprise them without warning, far too much nonsense still goes on among our ladies. They pretended at the time of your trial they would give up purdah; indeed, those of them who can write composed a document to that effect, and now it ends in hu... | is ever since I was in prison my temper is strange; take me, forgive me." "Nureddin's mother is visiting my wife now. That is all right, I think." "They come before me separately, but not so far together. You had better prepare them for the united shock of my face."<|quote|>"No, let us surprise them without warning, fa... | who does give me assistance? No one is my friend. All are traitors, even my own children. I have had enough of friends." "I was going to suggest we go behind the purdah, but your three treacherous children are there, so you will not want to." "I am sorry, it is ever since I was in prison my temper is strange; take me, ... | Miss Quested stopped in the College, Fielding used to visit her . . . rather too late in the evening, the servants say." "A pleasant change for her if he did," said Aziz, making a curious face. "But you understand my meaning?" The young man winked again and said: "Just! Still, your meaning doesn't help me out of my dif... | never pay an adequate salary, those savage Rajahs." "I shall never be rich anywhere, it is outside my character." "If you had been sensible and made Miss Quested pay" "I chose not to. Discussion of the past is useless," he said, with sudden sharpness of tone. "I have allowed her to keep her fortune and buy herself a hu... | only healthy course. Of what help, in this latitude and hour, are the glories of Cordova and Samarcand? They have gone, and while we lament them the English occupy Delhi and exclude us from East Africa. Islam itself, though true, throws cross-lights over the path to freedom. The song of the future must transcend creed.... | sensible and made Miss Quested pay" "I chose not to. Discussion of the past is useless," he said, with sudden sharpness of tone. "I have allowed her to keep her fortune and buy herself a husband in England, for which it will be very necessary. Don't mention the matter again." "Very well, but your life must continue a p... | A Passage To India |
CHAPTER XXXI Aziz had no sense of evidence. The sequence of his emotions decided his beliefs, and led to the tragic coolness between himself and his English friend. They had conquered but were not to be crowned. Fielding was away at a conference, and after the rumour about Miss Quested had been with him undisturbed for... | No speaker | she is supposed to be."<|quote|>CHAPTER XXXI Aziz had no sense of evidence. The sequence of his emotions decided his beliefs, and led to the tragic coolness between himself and his English friend. They had conquered but were not to be crowned. Fielding was away at a conference, and after the rumour about Miss Quested h... | she is and not as she is supposed to be."<|quote|>CHAPTER XXXI Aziz had no sense of evidence. The sequence of his emotions decided his beliefs, and led to the tragic coolness between himself and his English friend. They had conquered but were not to be crowned. Fielding was away at a conference, and after the rumour ab... | my dear boy, have I argued with my begum, for fifteen years, and never gained a point, yet the missionaries inform us our women are down-trodden. If you want a subject for a poem, take this: The Indian lady as she is and not as she is supposed to be."<|quote|>CHAPTER XXXI Aziz had no sense of evidence. The sequence of ... | she is ashamed of the room, she has no nice sweets to offer him, only Elephants' Ears, and if I say Elephants' Ears are Mr. Fielding's favourite sweet, she replies that he will know how badly hers are made, so she cannot see him on their account. For fifteen years, my dear boy, have I argued with my begum, for fifteen ... | not so far together. You had better prepare them for the united shock of my face." "No, let us surprise them without warning, far too much nonsense still goes on among our ladies. They pretended at the time of your trial they would give up purdah; indeed, those of them who can write composed a document to that effect, ... | said: "Have you heard this naughty rumour that Mohammed Latif has got hold of?" "Which?" "When Miss Quested stopped in the College, Fielding used to visit her . . . rather too late in the evening, the servants say." "A pleasant change for her if he did," said Aziz, making a curious face. "But you understand my meaning?... | possible in the long run. Sooner or later a disaster such as yours occurs, and reveals their secret thoughts about our character. If God himself descended from heaven into their club and said you were innocent, they would disbelieve him. Now you see why Mahmoud Ali and self waste so much time over intrigues and associa... | which it will be very necessary. Don't mention the matter again." "Very well, but your life must continue a poor man's; no holidays in Kashmir for you yet, you must stick to your profession and rise to a highly paid post, not retire to a jungle-state and write poems. Educate your children, read the latest scientific pe... | A Passage To India |
"That pure-minded fellow. However, he will blame the Indian climate. Everything is our fault really. Now, have I not discovered an important piece of news for you, Cyril?" | Dr. Aziz | his wife was divorcing him.<|quote|>"That pure-minded fellow. However, he will blame the Indian climate. Everything is our fault really. Now, have I not discovered an important piece of news for you, Cyril?"</|quote|>"Not very," said Fielding, who | caught in her room, and his wife was divorcing him.<|quote|>"That pure-minded fellow. However, he will blame the Indian climate. Everything is our fault really. Now, have I not discovered an important piece of news for you, Cyril?"</|quote|>"Not very," said Fielding, who took little interest in distant | agreed to dine with him, and then started taxing him by the oblique method, outwardly merry. An avowed European scandal there was Mr. McBryde and Miss Derek. Miss Derek's faithful attachment to Chandrapore was now explained: Mr. McBryde had been caught in her room, and his wife was divorcing him.<|quote|>"That pure-min... | woman, whom he still regarded as his enemy; also, why had he not been told? What is friendship without confidences? He himself had told things sometimes regarded as shocking, and the Englishman had listened, tolerant, but surrendering nothing in return. He met Fielding at the railway station on his return, agreed to di... | sequence of his emotions decided his beliefs, and led to the tragic coolness between himself and his English friend. They had conquered but were not to be crowned. Fielding was away at a conference, and after the rumour about Miss Quested had been with him undisturbed for a few days, he assumed it was true. He had no o... | for the united shock of my face." "No, let us surprise them without warning, far too much nonsense still goes on among our ladies. They pretended at the time of your trial they would give up purdah; indeed, those of them who can write composed a document to that effect, and now it ends in humbug. You know how deeply th... | "But the money, the money they will never pay an adequate salary, those savage Rajahs." "I shall never be rich anywhere, it is outside my character." "If you had been sensible and made Miss Quested pay" "I chose not to. Discussion of the past is useless," he said, with sudden sharpness of tone. "I have allowed her to k... | but not one of them has seen him. My wife says she will, but always when he calls there is some excuse she is not feeling well, she is ashamed of the room, she has no nice sweets to offer him, only Elephants' Ears, and if I say Elephants' Ears are Mr. Fielding's favourite sweet, she replies that he will know how badly ... | A Passage To India |
"Not very," | Cyril Fielding | of news for you, Cyril?"<|quote|>"Not very,"</|quote|>said Fielding, who took little | not discovered an important piece of news for you, Cyril?"<|quote|>"Not very,"</|quote|>said Fielding, who took little interest in distant sins. "Listen | Derek's faithful attachment to Chandrapore was now explained: Mr. McBryde had been caught in her room, and his wife was divorcing him. "That pure-minded fellow. However, he will blame the Indian climate. Everything is our fault really. Now, have I not discovered an important piece of news for you, Cyril?"<|quote|>"Not ... | shocking, and the Englishman had listened, tolerant, but surrendering nothing in return. He met Fielding at the railway station on his return, agreed to dine with him, and then started taxing him by the oblique method, outwardly merry. An avowed European scandal there was Mr. McBryde and Miss Derek. Miss Derek's faithf... | Fielding was away at a conference, and after the rumour about Miss Quested had been with him undisturbed for a few days, he assumed it was true. He had no objection on moral grounds to his friends amusing themselves, and Cyril, being middle-aged, could no longer expect the pick of the female market, and must take his a... | time of your trial they would give up purdah; indeed, those of them who can write composed a document to that effect, and now it ends in humbug. You know how deeply they all respect Fielding, but not one of them has seen him. My wife says she will, but always when he calls there is some excuse she is not feeling well, ... | had been sensible and made Miss Quested pay" "I chose not to. Discussion of the past is useless," he said, with sudden sharpness of tone. "I have allowed her to keep her fortune and buy herself a husband in England, for which it will be very necessary. Don't mention the matter again." "Very well, but your life must con... | together. You had better prepare them for the united shock of my face." "No, let us surprise them without warning, far too much nonsense still goes on among our ladies. They pretended at the time of your trial they would give up purdah; indeed, those of them who can write composed a document to that effect, and now it ... | A Passage To India |
said Fielding, who took little interest in distant sins. | No speaker | for you, Cyril?" "Not very,"<|quote|>said Fielding, who took little interest in distant sins.</|quote|>"Listen to mine." Aziz' face | an important piece of news for you, Cyril?" "Not very,"<|quote|>said Fielding, who took little interest in distant sins.</|quote|>"Listen to mine." Aziz' face lit up. "At the conference, | attachment to Chandrapore was now explained: Mr. McBryde had been caught in her room, and his wife was divorcing him. "That pure-minded fellow. However, he will blame the Indian climate. Everything is our fault really. Now, have I not discovered an important piece of news for you, Cyril?" "Not very,"<|quote|>said Field... | the Englishman had listened, tolerant, but surrendering nothing in return. He met Fielding at the railway station on his return, agreed to dine with him, and then started taxing him by the oblique method, outwardly merry. An avowed European scandal there was Mr. McBryde and Miss Derek. Miss Derek's faithful attachment ... | away at a conference, and after the rumour about Miss Quested had been with him undisturbed for a few days, he assumed it was true. He had no objection on moral grounds to his friends amusing themselves, and Cyril, being middle-aged, could no longer expect the pick of the female market, and must take his amusement wher... | your trial they would give up purdah; indeed, those of them who can write composed a document to that effect, and now it ends in humbug. You know how deeply they all respect Fielding, but not one of them has seen him. My wife says she will, but always when he calls there is some excuse she is not feeling well, she is a... | sensible and made Miss Quested pay" "I chose not to. Discussion of the past is useless," he said, with sudden sharpness of tone. "I have allowed her to keep her fortune and buy herself a husband in England, for which it will be very necessary. Don't mention the matter again." "Very well, but your life must continue a p... | never gained a point, yet the missionaries inform us our women are down-trodden. If you want a subject for a poem, take this: The Indian lady as she is and not as she is supposed to be." CHAPTER XXXI Aziz had no sense of evidence. The sequence of his emotions decided his beliefs, and led to the tragic coolness between ... | A Passage To India |
"Listen to mine." | Cyril Fielding | little interest in distant sins.<|quote|>"Listen to mine."</|quote|>Aziz' face lit up. "At | very," said Fielding, who took little interest in distant sins.<|quote|>"Listen to mine."</|quote|>Aziz' face lit up. "At the conference, it was settled. | been caught in her room, and his wife was divorcing him. "That pure-minded fellow. However, he will blame the Indian climate. Everything is our fault really. Now, have I not discovered an important piece of news for you, Cyril?" "Not very," said Fielding, who took little interest in distant sins.<|quote|>"Listen to min... | return. He met Fielding at the railway station on his return, agreed to dine with him, and then started taxing him by the oblique method, outwardly merry. An avowed European scandal there was Mr. McBryde and Miss Derek. Miss Derek's faithful attachment to Chandrapore was now explained: Mr. McBryde had been caught in he... | Miss Quested had been with him undisturbed for a few days, he assumed it was true. He had no objection on moral grounds to his friends amusing themselves, and Cyril, being middle-aged, could no longer expect the pick of the female market, and must take his amusement where he could find it. But he resented him making up... | of them who can write composed a document to that effect, and now it ends in humbug. You know how deeply they all respect Fielding, but not one of them has seen him. My wife says she will, but always when he calls there is some excuse she is not feeling well, she is ashamed of the room, she has no nice sweets to offer ... | to. Discussion of the past is useless," he said, with sudden sharpness of tone. "I have allowed her to keep her fortune and buy herself a husband in England, for which it will be very necessary. Don't mention the matter again." "Very well, but your life must continue a poor man's; no holidays in Kashmir for you yet, yo... | shock of my face." "No, let us surprise them without warning, far too much nonsense still goes on among our ladies. They pretended at the time of your trial they would give up purdah; indeed, those of them who can write composed a document to that effect, and now it ends in humbug. You know how deeply they all respect ... | A Passage To India |
Aziz' face lit up. | No speaker | distant sins. "Listen to mine."<|quote|>Aziz' face lit up.</|quote|>"At the conference, it was | who took little interest in distant sins. "Listen to mine."<|quote|>Aziz' face lit up.</|quote|>"At the conference, it was settled. . . ." "This | her room, and his wife was divorcing him. "That pure-minded fellow. However, he will blame the Indian climate. Everything is our fault really. Now, have I not discovered an important piece of news for you, Cyril?" "Not very," said Fielding, who took little interest in distant sins. "Listen to mine."<|quote|>Aziz' face ... | Fielding at the railway station on his return, agreed to dine with him, and then started taxing him by the oblique method, outwardly merry. An avowed European scandal there was Mr. McBryde and Miss Derek. Miss Derek's faithful attachment to Chandrapore was now explained: Mr. McBryde had been caught in her room, and his... | been with him undisturbed for a few days, he assumed it was true. He had no objection on moral grounds to his friends amusing themselves, and Cyril, being middle-aged, could no longer expect the pick of the female market, and must take his amusement where he could find it. But he resented him making up to this particul... | can write composed a document to that effect, and now it ends in humbug. You know how deeply they all respect Fielding, but not one of them has seen him. My wife says she will, but always when he calls there is some excuse she is not feeling well, she is ashamed of the room, she has no nice sweets to offer him, only El... | the past is useless," he said, with sudden sharpness of tone. "I have allowed her to keep her fortune and buy herself a husband in England, for which it will be very necessary. Don't mention the matter again." "Very well, but your life must continue a poor man's; no holidays in Kashmir for you yet, you must stick to yo... | had better prepare them for the united shock of my face." "No, let us surprise them without warning, far too much nonsense still goes on among our ladies. They pretended at the time of your trial they would give up purdah; indeed, those of them who can write composed a document to that effect, and now it ends in humbug... | A Passage To India |
"At the conference, it was settled. . . ." | Cyril Fielding | mine." Aziz' face lit up.<|quote|>"At the conference, it was settled. . . ."</|quote|>"This evening will do for | in distant sins. "Listen to mine." Aziz' face lit up.<|quote|>"At the conference, it was settled. . . ."</|quote|>"This evening will do for schoolmastery. I should go straight | wife was divorcing him. "That pure-minded fellow. However, he will blame the Indian climate. Everything is our fault really. Now, have I not discovered an important piece of news for you, Cyril?" "Not very," said Fielding, who took little interest in distant sins. "Listen to mine." Aziz' face lit up.<|quote|>"At the co... | station on his return, agreed to dine with him, and then started taxing him by the oblique method, outwardly merry. An avowed European scandal there was Mr. McBryde and Miss Derek. Miss Derek's faithful attachment to Chandrapore was now explained: Mr. McBryde had been caught in her room, and his wife was divorcing him.... | for a few days, he assumed it was true. He had no objection on moral grounds to his friends amusing themselves, and Cyril, being middle-aged, could no longer expect the pick of the female market, and must take his amusement where he could find it. But he resented him making up to this particular woman, whom he still re... | document to that effect, and now it ends in humbug. You know how deeply they all respect Fielding, but not one of them has seen him. My wife says she will, but always when he calls there is some excuse she is not feeling well, she is ashamed of the room, she has no nice sweets to offer him, only Elephants' Ears, and if... | he said, with sudden sharpness of tone. "I have allowed her to keep her fortune and buy herself a husband in England, for which it will be very necessary. Don't mention the matter again." "Very well, but your life must continue a poor man's; no holidays in Kashmir for you yet, you must stick to your profession and rise... | wife says she will, but always when he calls there is some excuse she is not feeling well, she is ashamed of the room, she has no nice sweets to offer him, only Elephants' Ears, and if I say Elephants' Ears are Mr. Fielding's favourite sweet, she replies that he will know how badly hers are made, so she cannot see him ... | A Passage To India |
"This evening will do for schoolmastery. I should go straight to the Minto now, the cholera looks bad. We begin to have local cases as well as imported. In fact, the whole of life is somewhat sad. The new Civil Surgeon is the same as the last, but does not yet dare to be. That is all any administrative change amounts t... | Dr. Aziz | was settled. . . ."<|quote|>"This evening will do for schoolmastery. I should go straight to the Minto now, the cholera looks bad. We begin to have local cases as well as imported. In fact, the whole of life is somewhat sad. The new Civil Surgeon is the same as the last, but does not yet dare to be. That is all any adm... | up. "At the conference, it was settled. . . ."<|quote|>"This evening will do for schoolmastery. I should go straight to the Minto now, the cholera looks bad. We begin to have local cases as well as imported. In fact, the whole of life is somewhat sad. The new Civil Surgeon is the same as the last, but does not yet dare... | will blame the Indian climate. Everything is our fault really. Now, have I not discovered an important piece of news for you, Cyril?" "Not very," said Fielding, who took little interest in distant sins. "Listen to mine." Aziz' face lit up. "At the conference, it was settled. . . ."<|quote|>"This evening will do for sch... | and then started taxing him by the oblique method, outwardly merry. An avowed European scandal there was Mr. McBryde and Miss Derek. Miss Derek's faithful attachment to Chandrapore was now explained: Mr. McBryde had been caught in her room, and his wife was divorcing him. "That pure-minded fellow. However, he will blam... | He had no objection on moral grounds to his friends amusing themselves, and Cyril, being middle-aged, could no longer expect the pick of the female market, and must take his amusement where he could find it. But he resented him making up to this particular woman, whom he still regarded as his enemy; also, why had he no... | humbug. You know how deeply they all respect Fielding, but not one of them has seen him. My wife says she will, but always when he calls there is some excuse she is not feeling well, she is ashamed of the room, she has no nice sweets to offer him, only Elephants' Ears, and if I say Elephants' Ears are Mr. Fielding's fa... | allowed her to keep her fortune and buy herself a husband in England, for which it will be very necessary. Don't mention the matter again." "Very well, but your life must continue a poor man's; no holidays in Kashmir for you yet, you must stick to your profession and rise to a highly paid post, not retire to a jungle-s... | offer him, only Elephants' Ears, and if I say Elephants' Ears are Mr. Fielding's favourite sweet, she replies that he will know how badly hers are made, so she cannot see him on their account. For fifteen years, my dear boy, have I argued with my begum, for fifteen years, and never gained a point, yet the missionaries ... | A Passage To India |
"They would say that." | Cyril Fielding | have been guilty of impropriety."<|quote|>"They would say that."</|quote|>"It's all over the town, | they say you and she have been guilty of impropriety."<|quote|>"They would say that."</|quote|>"It's all over the town, and may injure your reputation. | my suffering has won nothing for us. But look here, Cyril, while I remember it. There's gossip about you as well as McBryde. They say that you and Miss Quested became also rather too intimate friends. To speak perfectly frankly, they say you and she have been guilty of impropriety."<|quote|>"They would say that."</|quo... | now, the cholera looks bad. We begin to have local cases as well as imported. In fact, the whole of life is somewhat sad. The new Civil Surgeon is the same as the last, but does not yet dare to be. That is all any administrative change amounts to. All my suffering has won nothing for us. But look here, Cyril, while I r... | European scandal there was Mr. McBryde and Miss Derek. Miss Derek's faithful attachment to Chandrapore was now explained: Mr. McBryde had been caught in her room, and his wife was divorcing him. "That pure-minded fellow. However, he will blame the Indian climate. Everything is our fault really. Now, have I not discover... | you want a subject for a poem, take this: The Indian lady as she is and not as she is supposed to be." CHAPTER XXXI Aziz had no sense of evidence. The sequence of his emotions decided his beliefs, and led to the tragic coolness between himself and his English friend. They had conquered but were not to be crowned. Field... | what is deepest in my heart." "To such a remark there is certainly no reply," said Hamidullah, moved. Recovering himself and smiling, he said: "Have you heard this naughty rumour that Mohammed Latif has got hold of?" "Which?" "When Miss Quested stopped in the College, Fielding used to visit her . . . rather too late in... | of the room, she has no nice sweets to offer him, only Elephants' Ears, and if I say Elephants' Ears are Mr. Fielding's favourite sweet, she replies that he will know how badly hers are made, so she cannot see him on their account. For fifteen years, my dear boy, have I argued with my begum, for fifteen years, and neve... | A Passage To India |
"It's all over the town, and may injure your reputation. You know, everyone is by no means your supporter. I have tried all I could to silence such a story." | Dr. Aziz | impropriety." "They would say that."<|quote|>"It's all over the town, and may injure your reputation. You know, everyone is by no means your supporter. I have tried all I could to silence such a story."</|quote|>"Don't bother. Miss Quested has | she have been guilty of impropriety." "They would say that."<|quote|>"It's all over the town, and may injure your reputation. You know, everyone is by no means your supporter. I have tried all I could to silence such a story."</|quote|>"Don't bother. Miss Quested has cleared out at last." "It | nothing for us. But look here, Cyril, while I remember it. There's gossip about you as well as McBryde. They say that you and Miss Quested became also rather too intimate friends. To speak perfectly frankly, they say you and she have been guilty of impropriety." "They would say that."<|quote|>"It's all over the town, a... | bad. We begin to have local cases as well as imported. In fact, the whole of life is somewhat sad. The new Civil Surgeon is the same as the last, but does not yet dare to be. That is all any administrative change amounts to. All my suffering has won nothing for us. But look here, Cyril, while I remember it. There's gos... | Mr. McBryde and Miss Derek. Miss Derek's faithful attachment to Chandrapore was now explained: Mr. McBryde had been caught in her room, and his wife was divorcing him. "That pure-minded fellow. However, he will blame the Indian climate. Everything is our fault really. Now, have I not discovered an important piece of ne... | for a poem, take this: The Indian lady as she is and not as she is supposed to be." CHAPTER XXXI Aziz had no sense of evidence. The sequence of his emotions decided his beliefs, and led to the tragic coolness between himself and his English friend. They had conquered but were not to be crowned. Fielding was away at a c... | my heart." "To such a remark there is certainly no reply," said Hamidullah, moved. Recovering himself and smiling, he said: "Have you heard this naughty rumour that Mohammed Latif has got hold of?" "Which?" "When Miss Quested stopped in the College, Fielding used to visit her . . . rather too late in the evening, the s... | us surprise them without warning, far too much nonsense still goes on among our ladies. They pretended at the time of your trial they would give up purdah; indeed, those of them who can write composed a document to that effect, and now it ends in humbug. You know how deeply they all respect Fielding, but not one of the... | A Passage To India |
"Don't bother. Miss Quested has cleared out at last." | Cyril Fielding | to silence such a story."<|quote|>"Don't bother. Miss Quested has cleared out at last."</|quote|>"It is those who stop | have tried all I could to silence such a story."<|quote|>"Don't bother. Miss Quested has cleared out at last."</|quote|>"It is those who stop in the country, not those | intimate friends. To speak perfectly frankly, they say you and she have been guilty of impropriety." "They would say that." "It's all over the town, and may injure your reputation. You know, everyone is by no means your supporter. I have tried all I could to silence such a story."<|quote|>"Don't bother. Miss Quested ha... | but does not yet dare to be. That is all any administrative change amounts to. All my suffering has won nothing for us. But look here, Cyril, while I remember it. There's gossip about you as well as McBryde. They say that you and Miss Quested became also rather too intimate friends. To speak perfectly frankly, they say... | fellow. However, he will blame the Indian climate. Everything is our fault really. Now, have I not discovered an important piece of news for you, Cyril?" "Not very," said Fielding, who took little interest in distant sins. "Listen to mine." Aziz' face lit up. "At the conference, it was settled. . . ." "This evening wil... | his emotions decided his beliefs, and led to the tragic coolness between himself and his English friend. They had conquered but were not to be crowned. Fielding was away at a conference, and after the rumour about Miss Quested had been with him undisturbed for a few days, he assumed it was true. He had no objection on ... | got hold of?" "Which?" "When Miss Quested stopped in the College, Fielding used to visit her . . . rather too late in the evening, the servants say." "A pleasant change for her if he did," said Aziz, making a curious face. "But you understand my meaning?" The young man winked again and said: "Just! Still, your meaning ... | and now it ends in humbug. You know how deeply they all respect Fielding, but not one of them has seen him. My wife says she will, but always when he calls there is some excuse she is not feeling well, she is ashamed of the room, she has no nice sweets to offer him, only Elephants' Ears, and if I say Elephants' Ears ar... | A Passage To India |
"It is those who stop in the country, not those who leave it, whom such a story injures. Imagine my dismay and anxiety. I could scarcely get a wink of sleep. First my name was coupled with her and now it is yours." | Dr. Aziz | has cleared out at last."<|quote|>"It is those who stop in the country, not those who leave it, whom such a story injures. Imagine my dismay and anxiety. I could scarcely get a wink of sleep. First my name was coupled with her and now it is yours."</|quote|>"Don't use such exaggerated phrases." | story." "Don't bother. Miss Quested has cleared out at last."<|quote|>"It is those who stop in the country, not those who leave it, whom such a story injures. Imagine my dismay and anxiety. I could scarcely get a wink of sleep. First my name was coupled with her and now it is yours."</|quote|>"Don't use such exaggerate... | and she have been guilty of impropriety." "They would say that." "It's all over the town, and may injure your reputation. You know, everyone is by no means your supporter. I have tried all I could to silence such a story." "Don't bother. Miss Quested has cleared out at last."<|quote|>"It is those who stop in the countr... | all any administrative change amounts to. All my suffering has won nothing for us. But look here, Cyril, while I remember it. There's gossip about you as well as McBryde. They say that you and Miss Quested became also rather too intimate friends. To speak perfectly frankly, they say you and she have been guilty of impr... | is our fault really. Now, have I not discovered an important piece of news for you, Cyril?" "Not very," said Fielding, who took little interest in distant sins. "Listen to mine." Aziz' face lit up. "At the conference, it was settled. . . ." "This evening will do for schoolmastery. I should go straight to the Minto now,... | tragic coolness between himself and his English friend. They had conquered but were not to be crowned. Fielding was away at a conference, and after the rumour about Miss Quested had been with him undisturbed for a few days, he assumed it was true. He had no objection on moral grounds to his friends amusing themselves, ... | the College, Fielding used to visit her . . . rather too late in the evening, the servants say." "A pleasant change for her if he did," said Aziz, making a curious face. "But you understand my meaning?" The young man winked again and said: "Just! Still, your meaning doesn't help me out of my difficulties. I am determin... | in humbug. You know how deeply they all respect Fielding, but not one of them has seen him. My wife says she will, but always when he calls there is some excuse she is not feeling well, she is ashamed of the room, she has no nice sweets to offer him, only Elephants' Ears, and if I say Elephants' Ears are Mr. Fielding's... | A Passage To India |
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