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"I quite see that. I suppose I ought to get off to my files now, and you'll be going to bed." | Ronny Heaslop | done, and then said gently,<|quote|>"I quite see that. I suppose I ought to get off to my files now, and you'll be going to bed."</|quote|>"I suppose so, I suppose | He waited until she had done, and then said gently,<|quote|>"I quite see that. I suppose I ought to get off to my files now, and you'll be going to bed."</|quote|>"I suppose so, I suppose so." They did not part | sincere if impotent desire wins His blessing. I think every one fails, but there are so many kinds of failure. Good will and more good will and more good will. Though I speak with the tongues of . . ." He waited until she had done, and then said gently,<|quote|>"I quite see that. I suppose I ought to get off to my file... | religious strain in her, and that it was a symptom of bad health; there had been much of it when his stepfather died. He thought, "She is certainly ageing, and I ought not to be vexed with anything she says." "The desire to behave pleasantly satisfies God. . . The sincere if impotent desire wins His blessing. I think e... | make that out, mother?" he asked, speaking gently again, for he was ashamed of his irritability. "Because India is part of the earth. And God has put us on the earth in order to be pleasant to each other. God . . . is . . . love." She hesitated, seeing how much he disliked the argument, but something made her go on. "G... | new-comers he obtained it. He did think he ought not to be worried about "Bridge Parties" when the day's work was over and he wanted to play tennis with his equals or rest his legs upon a long chair. He spoke sincerely, but she could have wished with less gusto. How Ronny revelled in the drawbacks of his situation! How... | over a side-issue!" She forgot about Adela in her surprise. "A side-issue, a side-issue?" she repeated. "How can it be that?" "We're not out here for the purpose of behaving pleasantly!" "What do you mean?" "What I say. We're out here to do justice and keep the peace. Them's my sentiments. India isn't a drawing-room." ... | competently beneath the little red nose, she felt, quite illogically, that this was not the last word on India. One touch of regret not the canny substitute but the true regret from the heart would have made him a different man, and the British Empire a different institution. "I'm going to argue, and indeed dictate," s... | A Passage To India |
"I suppose so, I suppose so." | Mrs. Moore | you'll be going to bed."<|quote|>"I suppose so, I suppose so."</|quote|>They did not part for | to my files now, and you'll be going to bed."<|quote|>"I suppose so, I suppose so."</|quote|>They did not part for a few minutes, but the | will and more good will and more good will. Though I speak with the tongues of . . ." He waited until she had done, and then said gently, "I quite see that. I suppose I ought to get off to my files now, and you'll be going to bed."<|quote|>"I suppose so, I suppose so."</|quote|>They did not part for a few minutes, but ... | stepfather died. He thought, "She is certainly ageing, and I ought not to be vexed with anything she says." "The desire to behave pleasantly satisfies God. . . The sincere if impotent desire wins His blessing. I think every one fails, but there are so many kinds of failure. Good will and more good will and more good wi... | the earth. And God has put us on the earth in order to be pleasant to each other. God . . . is . . . love." She hesitated, seeing how much he disliked the argument, but something made her go on. "God has put us on earth to love our neighbours and to show it, and He is omnipresent, even in India, to see how we are succe... | over and he wanted to play tennis with his equals or rest his legs upon a long chair. He spoke sincerely, but she could have wished with less gusto. How Ronny revelled in the drawbacks of his situation! How he did rub it in that he was not in India to behave pleasantly, and derived positive satisfaction therefrom! He r... | "We're not out here for the purpose of behaving pleasantly!" "What do you mean?" "What I say. We're out here to do justice and keep the peace. Them's my sentiments. India isn't a drawing-room." "Your sentiments are those of a god," she said quietly, but it was his manner rather than his sentiments that annoyed her. Try... | humanitarianism had sloughed off, and he talked like an intelligent and embittered boy. His words without his voice might have impressed her, but when she heard the self-satisfied lilt of them, when she saw the mouth moving so complacently and competently beneath the little red nose, she felt, quite illogically, that t... | A Passage To India |
They did not part for a few minutes, but the conversation had become unreal since Christianity had entered it. Ronny approved of religion as long as it endorsed the National Anthem, but he objected when it attempted to influence his life. Then he would say in respectful yet decided tones, "I don't think it does to talk... | No speaker | suppose so, I suppose so."<|quote|>They did not part for a few minutes, but the conversation had become unreal since Christianity had entered it. Ronny approved of religion as long as it endorsed the National Anthem, but he objected when it attempted to influence his life. Then he would say in respectful yet decided to... | be going to bed." "I suppose so, I suppose so."<|quote|>They did not part for a few minutes, but the conversation had become unreal since Christianity had entered it. Ronny approved of religion as long as it endorsed the National Anthem, but he objected when it attempted to influence his life. Then he would say in resp... | more good will. Though I speak with the tongues of . . ." He waited until she had done, and then said gently, "I quite see that. I suppose I ought to get off to my files now, and you'll be going to bed." "I suppose so, I suppose so."<|quote|>They did not part for a few minutes, but the conversation had become unreal si... | certainly ageing, and I ought not to be vexed with anything she says." "The desire to behave pleasantly satisfies God. . . The sincere if impotent desire wins His blessing. I think every one fails, but there are so many kinds of failure. Good will and more good will and more good will. Though I speak with the tongues o... | us on the earth in order to be pleasant to each other. God . . . is . . . love." She hesitated, seeing how much he disliked the argument, but something made her go on. "God has put us on earth to love our neighbours and to show it, and He is omnipresent, even in India, to see how we are succeeding." He looked gloomy, a... | tennis with his equals or rest his legs upon a long chair. He spoke sincerely, but she could have wished with less gusto. How Ronny revelled in the drawbacks of his situation! How he did rub it in that he was not in India to behave pleasantly, and derived positive satisfaction therefrom! He reminded her of his public-s... | purpose of behaving pleasantly!" "What do you mean?" "What I say. We're out here to do justice and keep the peace. Them's my sentiments. India isn't a drawing-room." "Your sentiments are those of a god," she said quietly, but it was his manner rather than his sentiments that annoyed her. Trying to recover his temper, h... | from his own people, and except from new-comers he obtained it. He did think he ought not to be worried about "Bridge Parties" when the day's work was over and he wanted to play tennis with his equals or rest his legs upon a long chair. He spoke sincerely, but she could have wished with less gusto. How Ronny revelled i... | A Passage To India |
"What can you expect from the fellow?" | Major Callendar | and drink unfiltered water himself.<|quote|>"What can you expect from the fellow?"</|quote|>said dour Major Callendar. "No | enteric, he would go away and drink unfiltered water himself.<|quote|>"What can you expect from the fellow?"</|quote|>said dour Major Callendar. "No grits, no guts." But in | was his hand, not his mind, that was scientific. The knife he loved and used skilfully, and he also liked pumping in the latest serums. But the boredom of regime and hygiene repelled him, and after inoculating a man for enteric, he would go away and drink unfiltered water himself.<|quote|>"What can you expect from the ... | and kept him busy. He ceased to be either outcaste or poet, and became the medical student, very gay, and full of details of operations which he poured into the shrinking ears of his friends. His profession fascinated him at times, but he required it to be exciting, and it was his hand, not his mind, that was scientifi... | pronounce his name frequently, as the greatest she knew, yet she had never found it less efficacious. Outside the arch there seemed always an arch, beyond the remotest echo a silence. And she regretted afterwards that she had not kept to the real serious subject that had caused her to visit India namely the relationshi... | sincere if impotent desire wins His blessing. I think every one fails, but there are so many kinds of failure. Good will and more good will and more good will. Though I speak with the tongues of . . ." He waited until she had done, and then said gently, "I quite see that. I suppose I ought to get off to my files now, a... | and a Pathan of attempted rape. He expected no gratitude, no recognition for this, and both clerk and Pathan might appeal, bribe their witnesses more effectually in the interval, and get their sentences reversed. It was his duty. But he did expect sympathy from his own people, and except from new-comers he obtained it.... | argument, but something made her go on. "God has put us on earth to love our neighbours and to show it, and He is omnipresent, even in India, to see how we are succeeding." He looked gloomy, and a little anxious. He knew this religious strain in her, and that it was a symptom of bad health; there had been much of it wh... | A Passage To India |
said dour Major Callendar. | No speaker | you expect from the fellow?"<|quote|>said dour Major Callendar.</|quote|>"No grits, no guts." But | unfiltered water himself. "What can you expect from the fellow?"<|quote|>said dour Major Callendar.</|quote|>"No grits, no guts." But in his heart he knew | was scientific. The knife he loved and used skilfully, and he also liked pumping in the latest serums. But the boredom of regime and hygiene repelled him, and after inoculating a man for enteric, he would go away and drink unfiltered water himself. "What can you expect from the fellow?"<|quote|>said dour Major Callenda... | be either outcaste or poet, and became the medical student, very gay, and full of details of operations which he poured into the shrinking ears of his friends. His profession fascinated him at times, but he required it to be exciting, and it was his hand, not his mind, that was scientific. The knife he loved and used s... | she knew, yet she had never found it less efficacious. Outside the arch there seemed always an arch, beyond the remotest echo a silence. And she regretted afterwards that she had not kept to the real serious subject that had caused her to visit India namely the relationship between Ronny and Adela. Would they, or would... | I think every one fails, but there are so many kinds of failure. Good will and more good will and more good will. Though I speak with the tongues of . . ." He waited until she had done, and then said gently, "I quite see that. I suppose I ought to get off to my files now, and you'll be going to bed." "I suppose so, I s... | expected no gratitude, no recognition for this, and both clerk and Pathan might appeal, bribe their witnesses more effectually in the interval, and get their sentences reversed. It was his duty. But he did expect sympathy from his own people, and except from new-comers he obtained it. He did think he ought not to be wo... | minutes, but the conversation had become unreal since Christianity had entered it. Ronny approved of religion as long as it endorsed the National Anthem, but he objected when it attempted to influence his life. Then he would say in respectful yet decided tones, "I don't think it does to talk about these things, every f... | A Passage To India |
"No grits, no guts." | Major Callendar | fellow?" said dour Major Callendar.<|quote|>"No grits, no guts."</|quote|>But in his heart he | can you expect from the fellow?" said dour Major Callendar.<|quote|>"No grits, no guts."</|quote|>But in his heart he knew that if Aziz and | he loved and used skilfully, and he also liked pumping in the latest serums. But the boredom of regime and hygiene repelled him, and after inoculating a man for enteric, he would go away and drink unfiltered water himself. "What can you expect from the fellow?" said dour Major Callendar.<|quote|>"No grits, no guts."</|... | poet, and became the medical student, very gay, and full of details of operations which he poured into the shrinking ears of his friends. His profession fascinated him at times, but he required it to be exciting, and it was his hand, not his mind, that was scientific. The knife he loved and used skilfully, and he also ... | had never found it less efficacious. Outside the arch there seemed always an arch, beyond the remotest echo a silence. And she regretted afterwards that she had not kept to the real serious subject that had caused her to visit India namely the relationship between Ronny and Adela. Would they, or would they not, succeed... | fails, but there are so many kinds of failure. Good will and more good will and more good will. Though I speak with the tongues of . . ." He waited until she had done, and then said gently, "I quite see that. I suppose I ought to get off to my files now, and you'll be going to bed." "I suppose so, I suppose so." They d... | recognition for this, and both clerk and Pathan might appeal, bribe their witnesses more effectually in the interval, and get their sentences reversed. It was his duty. But he did expect sympathy from his own people, and except from new-comers he obtained it. He did think he ought not to be worried about "Bridge Partie... | gloomy, and a little anxious. He knew this religious strain in her, and that it was a symptom of bad health; there had been much of it when his stepfather died. He thought, "She is certainly ageing, and I ought not to be vexed with anything she says." "The desire to behave pleasantly satisfies God. . . The sincere if i... | A Passage To India |
But in his heart he knew that if Aziz and not he had operated last year on Mrs. Graysford's appendix, the old lady would probably have lived. And this did not dispose him any better towards his subordinate. There was a row the morning after the mosque they were always having rows. The Major, who had been up half the ni... | No speaker | Callendar. "No grits, no guts."<|quote|>But in his heart he knew that if Aziz and not he had operated last year on Mrs. Graysford's appendix, the old lady would probably have lived. And this did not dispose him any better towards his subordinate. There was a row the morning after the mosque they were always having rows... | the fellow?" said dour Major Callendar. "No grits, no guts."<|quote|>But in his heart he knew that if Aziz and not he had operated last year on Mrs. Graysford's appendix, the old lady would probably have lived. And this did not dispose him any better towards his subordinate. There was a row the morning after the mosque... | skilfully, and he also liked pumping in the latest serums. But the boredom of regime and hygiene repelled him, and after inoculating a man for enteric, he would go away and drink unfiltered water himself. "What can you expect from the fellow?" said dour Major Callendar. "No grits, no guts."<|quote|>But in his heart he ... | medical student, very gay, and full of details of operations which he poured into the shrinking ears of his friends. His profession fascinated him at times, but he required it to be exciting, and it was his hand, not his mind, that was scientific. The knife he loved and used skilfully, and he also liked pumping in the ... | less efficacious. Outside the arch there seemed always an arch, beyond the remotest echo a silence. And she regretted afterwards that she had not kept to the real serious subject that had caused her to visit India namely the relationship between Ronny and Adela. Would they, or would they not, succeed in becoming engage... | so many kinds of failure. Good will and more good will and more good will. Though I speak with the tongues of . . ." He waited until she had done, and then said gently, "I quite see that. I suppose I ought to get off to my files now, and you'll be going to bed." "I suppose so, I suppose so." They did not part for a few... | both clerk and Pathan might appeal, bribe their witnesses more effectually in the interval, and get their sentences reversed. It was his duty. But he did expect sympathy from his own people, and except from new-comers he obtained it. He did think he ought not to be worried about "Bridge Parties" when the day's work was... | asked, speaking gently again, for he was ashamed of his irritability. "Because India is part of the earth. And God has put us on the earth in order to be pleasant to each other. God . . . is . . . love." She hesitated, seeing how much he disliked the argument, but something made her go on. "God has put us on earth to l... | A Passage To India |
"Sir, excuse me, I did. I mounted my bike, and it bust in front of the Cow Hospital. So I had to find a tonga." | Dr. Aziz | not come promptly when summoned.<|quote|>"Sir, excuse me, I did. I mounted my bike, and it bust in front of the Cow Hospital. So I had to find a tonga."</|quote|>"Bust in front of the | to know why Aziz had not come promptly when summoned.<|quote|>"Sir, excuse me, I did. I mounted my bike, and it bust in front of the Cow Hospital. So I had to find a tonga."</|quote|>"Bust in front of the Cow Hospital, did it? And | probably have lived. And this did not dispose him any better towards his subordinate. There was a row the morning after the mosque they were always having rows. The Major, who had been up half the night, wanted damn well to know why Aziz had not come promptly when summoned.<|quote|>"Sir, excuse me, I did. I mounted my ... | for enteric, he would go away and drink unfiltered water himself. "What can you expect from the fellow?" said dour Major Callendar. "No grits, no guts." But in his heart he knew that if Aziz and not he had operated last year on Mrs. Graysford's appendix, the old lady would probably have lived. And this did not dispose ... | he was diverted to other matters. Several surgical cases came in, and kept him busy. He ceased to be either outcaste or poet, and became the medical student, very gay, and full of details of operations which he poured into the shrinking ears of his friends. His profession fascinated him at times, but he required it to ... | become unreal since Christianity had entered it. Ronny approved of religion as long as it endorsed the National Anthem, but he objected when it attempted to influence his life. Then he would say in respectful yet decided tones, "I don't think it does to talk about these things, every fellow has to work out his own reli... | He spoke sincerely, but she could have wished with less gusto. How Ronny revelled in the drawbacks of his situation! How he did rub it in that he was not in India to behave pleasantly, and derived positive satisfaction therefrom! He reminded her of his public-schooldays. The traces of young-man humanitarianism had slou... | has to work out his own religion," and any fellow who heard him muttered, "Hear!" Mrs. Moore felt that she had made a mistake in mentioning God, but she found him increasingly difficult to avoid as she grew older, and he had been constantly in her thoughts since she entered India, though oddly enough he satisfied her l... | A Passage To India |
"Bust in front of the Cow Hospital, did it? And how did you come to be there?" | Major Callendar | had to find a tonga."<|quote|>"Bust in front of the Cow Hospital, did it? And how did you come to be there?"</|quote|>"I beg your pardon?" "Oh | the Cow Hospital. So I had to find a tonga."<|quote|>"Bust in front of the Cow Hospital, did it? And how did you come to be there?"</|quote|>"I beg your pardon?" "Oh Lord, oh Lord! When I | always having rows. The Major, who had been up half the night, wanted damn well to know why Aziz had not come promptly when summoned. "Sir, excuse me, I did. I mounted my bike, and it bust in front of the Cow Hospital. So I had to find a tonga."<|quote|>"Bust in front of the Cow Hospital, did it? And how did you come t... | guts." But in his heart he knew that if Aziz and not he had operated last year on Mrs. Graysford's appendix, the old lady would probably have lived. And this did not dispose him any better towards his subordinate. There was a row the morning after the mosque they were always having rows. The Major, who had been up half... | the medical student, very gay, and full of details of operations which he poured into the shrinking ears of his friends. His profession fascinated him at times, but he required it to be exciting, and it was his hand, not his mind, that was scientific. The knife he loved and used skilfully, and he also liked pumping in ... | to influence his life. Then he would say in respectful yet decided tones, "I don't think it does to talk about these things, every fellow has to work out his own religion," and any fellow who heard him muttered, "Hear!" Mrs. Moore felt that she had made a mistake in mentioning God, but she found him increasingly diffic... | in that he was not in India to behave pleasantly, and derived positive satisfaction therefrom! He reminded her of his public-schooldays. The traces of young-man humanitarianism had sloughed off, and he talked like an intelligent and embittered boy. His words without his voice might have impressed her, but when she hear... | fellow who heard him muttered, "Hear!" Mrs. Moore felt that she had made a mistake in mentioning God, but she found him increasingly difficult to avoid as she grew older, and he had been constantly in her thoughts since she entered India, though oddly enough he satisfied her less. She must needs pronounce his name freq... | A Passage To India |
"I beg your pardon?" | Dr. Aziz | you come to be there?"<|quote|>"I beg your pardon?"</|quote|>"Oh Lord, oh Lord! When | did it? And how did you come to be there?"<|quote|>"I beg your pardon?"</|quote|>"Oh Lord, oh Lord! When I live here" he kicked | why Aziz had not come promptly when summoned. "Sir, excuse me, I did. I mounted my bike, and it bust in front of the Cow Hospital. So I had to find a tonga." "Bust in front of the Cow Hospital, did it? And how did you come to be there?"<|quote|>"I beg your pardon?"</|quote|>"Oh Lord, oh Lord! When I live here" he kicke... | on Mrs. Graysford's appendix, the old lady would probably have lived. And this did not dispose him any better towards his subordinate. There was a row the morning after the mosque they were always having rows. The Major, who had been up half the night, wanted damn well to know why Aziz had not come promptly when summon... | ears of his friends. His profession fascinated him at times, but he required it to be exciting, and it was his hand, not his mind, that was scientific. The knife he loved and used skilfully, and he also liked pumping in the latest serums. But the boredom of regime and hygiene repelled him, and after inoculating a man f... | does to talk about these things, every fellow has to work out his own religion," and any fellow who heard him muttered, "Hear!" Mrs. Moore felt that she had made a mistake in mentioning God, but she found him increasingly difficult to avoid as she grew older, and he had been constantly in her thoughts since she entered... | her of his public-schooldays. The traces of young-man humanitarianism had sloughed off, and he talked like an intelligent and embittered boy. His words without his voice might have impressed her, but when she heard the self-satisfied lilt of them, when she saw the mouth moving so complacently and competently beneath th... | God. . . The sincere if impotent desire wins His blessing. I think every one fails, but there are so many kinds of failure. Good will and more good will and more good will. Though I speak with the tongues of . . ." He waited until she had done, and then said gently, "I quite see that. I suppose I ought to get off to my... | A Passage To India |
"Oh Lord, oh Lord! When I live here" | Major Callendar | there?" "I beg your pardon?"<|quote|>"Oh Lord, oh Lord! When I live here"</|quote|>he kicked the gravel "and | did you come to be there?" "I beg your pardon?"<|quote|>"Oh Lord, oh Lord! When I live here"</|quote|>he kicked the gravel "and you live there not ten | come promptly when summoned. "Sir, excuse me, I did. I mounted my bike, and it bust in front of the Cow Hospital. So I had to find a tonga." "Bust in front of the Cow Hospital, did it? And how did you come to be there?" "I beg your pardon?"<|quote|>"Oh Lord, oh Lord! When I live here"</|quote|>he kicked the gravel "and... | the old lady would probably have lived. And this did not dispose him any better towards his subordinate. There was a row the morning after the mosque they were always having rows. The Major, who had been up half the night, wanted damn well to know why Aziz had not come promptly when summoned. "Sir, excuse me, I did. I ... | His profession fascinated him at times, but he required it to be exciting, and it was his hand, not his mind, that was scientific. The knife he loved and used skilfully, and he also liked pumping in the latest serums. But the boredom of regime and hygiene repelled him, and after inoculating a man for enteric, he would ... | these things, every fellow has to work out his own religion," and any fellow who heard him muttered, "Hear!" Mrs. Moore felt that she had made a mistake in mentioning God, but she found him increasingly difficult to avoid as she grew older, and he had been constantly in her thoughts since she entered India, though oddl... | The traces of young-man humanitarianism had sloughed off, and he talked like an intelligent and embittered boy. His words without his voice might have impressed her, but when she heard the self-satisfied lilt of them, when she saw the mouth moving so complacently and competently beneath the little red nose, she felt, q... | the arch there seemed always an arch, beyond the remotest echo a silence. And she regretted afterwards that she had not kept to the real serious subject that had caused her to visit India namely the relationship between Ronny and Adela. Would they, or would they not, succeed in becoming engaged to be married? CHAPTER V... | A Passage To India |
he kicked the gravel | No speaker | Lord! When I live here"<|quote|>he kicked the gravel</|quote|>"and you live there not | your pardon?" "Oh Lord, oh Lord! When I live here"<|quote|>he kicked the gravel</|quote|>"and you live there not ten minutes from me and | did. I mounted my bike, and it bust in front of the Cow Hospital. So I had to find a tonga." "Bust in front of the Cow Hospital, did it? And how did you come to be there?" "I beg your pardon?" "Oh Lord, oh Lord! When I live here"<|quote|>he kicked the gravel</|quote|>"and you live there not ten minutes from me and the ... | this did not dispose him any better towards his subordinate. There was a row the morning after the mosque they were always having rows. The Major, who had been up half the night, wanted damn well to know why Aziz had not come promptly when summoned. "Sir, excuse me, I did. I mounted my bike, and it bust in front of the... | required it to be exciting, and it was his hand, not his mind, that was scientific. The knife he loved and used skilfully, and he also liked pumping in the latest serums. But the boredom of regime and hygiene repelled him, and after inoculating a man for enteric, he would go away and drink unfiltered water himself. "Wh... | his own religion," and any fellow who heard him muttered, "Hear!" Mrs. Moore felt that she had made a mistake in mentioning God, but she found him increasingly difficult to avoid as she grew older, and he had been constantly in her thoughts since she entered India, though oddly enough he satisfied her less. She must ne... | and he talked like an intelligent and embittered boy. His words without his voice might have impressed her, but when she heard the self-satisfied lilt of them, when she saw the mouth moving so complacently and competently beneath the little red nose, she felt, quite illogically, that this was not the last word on India... | every fellow has to work out his own religion," and any fellow who heard him muttered, "Hear!" Mrs. Moore felt that she had made a mistake in mentioning God, but she found him increasingly difficult to avoid as she grew older, and he had been constantly in her thoughts since she entered India, though oddly enough he sa... | A Passage To India |
"and you live there not ten minutes from me and the Cow Hospital is right ever so far away the other side of you _there_ then how did you come to be passing the Cow Hospital on the way to me? Now do some work for a change." | Major Callendar | here" he kicked the gravel<|quote|>"and you live there not ten minutes from me and the Cow Hospital is right ever so far away the other side of you _there_ then how did you come to be passing the Cow Hospital on the way to me? Now do some work for a change."</|quote|>He strode away in a | oh Lord! When I live here" he kicked the gravel<|quote|>"and you live there not ten minutes from me and the Cow Hospital is right ever so far away the other side of you _there_ then how did you come to be passing the Cow Hospital on the way to me? Now do some work for a change."</|quote|>He strode away in a temper, wit... | bike, and it bust in front of the Cow Hospital. So I had to find a tonga." "Bust in front of the Cow Hospital, did it? And how did you come to be there?" "I beg your pardon?" "Oh Lord, oh Lord! When I live here" he kicked the gravel<|quote|>"and you live there not ten minutes from me and the Cow Hospital is right ever ... | him any better towards his subordinate. There was a row the morning after the mosque they were always having rows. The Major, who had been up half the night, wanted damn well to know why Aziz had not come promptly when summoned. "Sir, excuse me, I did. I mounted my bike, and it bust in front of the Cow Hospital. So I h... | exciting, and it was his hand, not his mind, that was scientific. The knife he loved and used skilfully, and he also liked pumping in the latest serums. But the boredom of regime and hygiene repelled him, and after inoculating a man for enteric, he would go away and drink unfiltered water himself. "What can you expect ... | any fellow who heard him muttered, "Hear!" Mrs. Moore felt that she had made a mistake in mentioning God, but she found him increasingly difficult to avoid as she grew older, and he had been constantly in her thoughts since she entered India, though oddly enough he satisfied her less. She must needs pronounce his name ... | an intelligent and embittered boy. His words without his voice might have impressed her, but when she heard the self-satisfied lilt of them, when she saw the mouth moving so complacently and competently beneath the little red nose, she felt, quite illogically, that this was not the last word on India. One touch of regr... | God, but she found him increasingly difficult to avoid as she grew older, and he had been constantly in her thoughts since she entered India, though oddly enough he satisfied her less. She must needs pronounce his name frequently, as the greatest she knew, yet she had never found it less efficacious. Outside the arch t... | A Passage To India |
He strode away in a temper, without waiting for the excuse, which as far as it went was a sound one: the Cow Hospital was in a straight line between Hamidullah's house and his own, so Aziz had naturally passed it. He never realized that the educated Indians visited one another constantly, and were weaving, however pain... | No speaker | some work for a change."<|quote|>He strode away in a temper, without waiting for the excuse, which as far as it went was a sound one: the Cow Hospital was in a straight line between Hamidullah's house and his own, so Aziz had naturally passed it. He never realized that the educated Indians visited one another constantl... | way to me? Now do some work for a change."<|quote|>He strode away in a temper, without waiting for the excuse, which as far as it went was a sound one: the Cow Hospital was in a straight line between Hamidullah's house and his own, so Aziz had naturally passed it. He never realized that the educated Indians visited one... | the gravel "and you live there not ten minutes from me and the Cow Hospital is right ever so far away the other side of you _there_ then how did you come to be passing the Cow Hospital on the way to me? Now do some work for a change."<|quote|>He strode away in a temper, without waiting for the excuse, which as far as i... | mounted my bike, and it bust in front of the Cow Hospital. So I had to find a tonga." "Bust in front of the Cow Hospital, did it? And how did you come to be there?" "I beg your pardon?" "Oh Lord, oh Lord! When I live here" he kicked the gravel "and you live there not ten minutes from me and the Cow Hospital is right ev... | and drink unfiltered water himself. "What can you expect from the fellow?" said dour Major Callendar. "No grits, no guts." But in his heart he knew that if Aziz and not he had operated last year on Mrs. Graysford's appendix, the old lady would probably have lived. And this did not dispose him any better towards his sub... | her less. She must needs pronounce his name frequently, as the greatest she knew, yet she had never found it less efficacious. Outside the arch there seemed always an arch, beyond the remotest echo a silence. And she regretted afterwards that she had not kept to the real serious subject that had caused her to visit Ind... | word on India. One touch of regret not the canny substitute but the true regret from the heart would have made him a different man, and the British Empire a different institution. "I'm going to argue, and indeed dictate," she said, clinking her rings. "The English are out here to be pleasant." "How do you make that out... | be married? CHAPTER VI Aziz had not gone to the Bridge Party. Immediately after his meeting with Mrs. Moore he was diverted to other matters. Several surgical cases came in, and kept him busy. He ceased to be either outcaste or poet, and became the medical student, very gay, and full of details of operations which he p... | A Passage To India |
"I must tell that to Mahmoud Ali, it'll make him laugh," | Dr. Aziz | Callendar occurred to his fancy.<|quote|>"I must tell that to Mahmoud Ali, it'll make him laugh,"</|quote|>he thought. Then he got | A disobliging simile involving Mrs. Callendar occurred to his fancy.<|quote|>"I must tell that to Mahmoud Ali, it'll make him laugh,"</|quote|>he thought. Then he got to work. He was competent | by them. But it was an amusement of the emotions and nerves, which an accident or the passage of time might destroy; it was apart from the fundamental gaiety that he reached when he was with those whom he trusted. A disobliging simile involving Mrs. Callendar occurred to his fancy.<|quote|>"I must tell that to Mahmoud ... | sort" would prevent them. He only knew that no one ever told him the truth, although he had been in the country for twenty years. Aziz watched him go with amusement. When his spirits were up he felt that the English are a comic institution, and he enjoyed being misunderstood by them. But it was an amusement of the emot... | right ever so far away the other side of you _there_ then how did you come to be passing the Cow Hospital on the way to me? Now do some work for a change." He strode away in a temper, without waiting for the excuse, which as far as it went was a sound one: the Cow Hospital was in a straight line between Hamidullah's ho... | he loved and used skilfully, and he also liked pumping in the latest serums. But the boredom of regime and hygiene repelled him, and after inoculating a man for enteric, he would go away and drink unfiltered water himself. "What can you expect from the fellow?" said dour Major Callendar. "No grits, no guts." But in his... | bad health; there had been much of it when his stepfather died. He thought, "She is certainly ageing, and I ought not to be vexed with anything she says." "The desire to behave pleasantly satisfies God. . . The sincere if impotent desire wins His blessing. I think every one fails, but there are so many kinds of failure... | used skilfully, and he also liked pumping in the latest serums. But the boredom of regime and hygiene repelled him, and after inoculating a man for enteric, he would go away and drink unfiltered water himself. "What can you expect from the fellow?" said dour Major Callendar. "No grits, no guts." But in his heart he kne... | A Passage To India |
he thought. Then he got to work. He was competent and indispensable, and he knew it. The simile passed from his mind while he exercised his professional skill. During these pleasant and busy days, he heard vaguely that the Collector was giving a party, and that the Nawab Bahadur said every one ought to go to it. His fe... | No speaker | Ali, it'll make him laugh,"<|quote|>he thought. Then he got to work. He was competent and indispensable, and he knew it. The simile passed from his mind while he exercised his professional skill. During these pleasant and busy days, he heard vaguely that the Collector was giving a party, and that the Nawab Bahadur said... | must tell that to Mahmoud Ali, it'll make him laugh,"<|quote|>he thought. Then he got to work. He was competent and indispensable, and he knew it. The simile passed from his mind while he exercised his professional skill. During these pleasant and busy days, he heard vaguely that the Collector was giving a party, and t... | nerves, which an accident or the passage of time might destroy; it was apart from the fundamental gaiety that he reached when he was with those whom he trusted. A disobliging simile involving Mrs. Callendar occurred to his fancy. "I must tell that to Mahmoud Ali, it'll make him laugh,"<|quote|>he thought. Then he got t... | told him the truth, although he had been in the country for twenty years. Aziz watched him go with amusement. When his spirits were up he felt that the English are a comic institution, and he enjoyed being misunderstood by them. But it was an amusement of the emotions and nerves, which an accident or the passage of tim... | then how did you come to be passing the Cow Hospital on the way to me? Now do some work for a change." He strode away in a temper, without waiting for the excuse, which as far as it went was a sound one: the Cow Hospital was in a straight line between Hamidullah's house and his own, so Aziz had naturally passed it. He ... | the latest serums. But the boredom of regime and hygiene repelled him, and after inoculating a man for enteric, he would go away and drink unfiltered water himself. "What can you expect from the fellow?" said dour Major Callendar. "No grits, no guts." But in his heart he knew that if Aziz and not he had operated last y... | died. He thought, "She is certainly ageing, and I ought not to be vexed with anything she says." "The desire to behave pleasantly satisfies God. . . The sincere if impotent desire wins His blessing. I think every one fails, but there are so many kinds of failure. Good will and more good will and more good will. Though ... | how did you come to be there?" "I beg your pardon?" "Oh Lord, oh Lord! When I live here" he kicked the gravel "and you live there not ten minutes from me and the Cow Hospital is right ever so far away the other side of you _there_ then how did you come to be passing the Cow Hospital on the way to me? Now do some work f... | A Passage To India |
"Disaster may come," | Dr. Panna Lal | turn into the club grounds.<|quote|>"Disaster may come,"</|quote|>he said politely, "but we | motors and of the unknown turn into the club grounds.<|quote|>"Disaster may come,"</|quote|>he said politely, "but we shall at all events get | the indignity of a bicycle or the expense of hiring, while Dr. Panna Lal, who was timid and elderly, secured someone who could manage his horse. He could manage it himself, but only just, and he was afraid of the motors and of the unknown turn into the club grounds.<|quote|>"Disaster may come,"</|quote|>he said politel... | Collector was giving a party, and that the Nawab Bahadur said every one ought to go to it. His fellow-assistant, Doctor Panna Lal, was in ecstasies at the prospect, and was urgent that they should attend it together in his new tum-tum. The arrangement suited them both. Aziz was spared the indignity of a bicycle or the ... | by them. But it was an amusement of the emotions and nerves, which an accident or the passage of time might destroy; it was apart from the fundamental gaiety that he reached when he was with those whom he trusted. A disobliging simile involving Mrs. Callendar occurred to his fancy. "I must tell that to Mahmoud Ali, it'... | find a tonga." "Bust in front of the Cow Hospital, did it? And how did you come to be there?" "I beg your pardon?" "Oh Lord, oh Lord! When I live here" he kicked the gravel "and you live there not ten minutes from me and the Cow Hospital is right ever so far away the other side of you _there_ then how did you come to b... | when it attempted to influence his life. Then he would say in respectful yet decided tones, "I don't think it does to talk about these things, every fellow has to work out his own religion," and any fellow who heard him muttered, "Hear!" Mrs. Moore felt that she had made a mistake in mentioning God, but she found him i... | sound one: the Cow Hospital was in a straight line between Hamidullah's house and his own, so Aziz had naturally passed it. He never realized that the educated Indians visited one another constantly, and were weaving, however painfully, a new social fabric. Caste "or something of the sort" would prevent them. He only k... | A Passage To India |
he said politely, | No speaker | club grounds. "Disaster may come,"<|quote|>he said politely,</|quote|>"but we shall at all | the unknown turn into the club grounds. "Disaster may come,"<|quote|>he said politely,</|quote|>"but we shall at all events get there safe, even | a bicycle or the expense of hiring, while Dr. Panna Lal, who was timid and elderly, secured someone who could manage his horse. He could manage it himself, but only just, and he was afraid of the motors and of the unknown turn into the club grounds. "Disaster may come,"<|quote|>he said politely,</|quote|>"but we shall ... | a party, and that the Nawab Bahadur said every one ought to go to it. His fellow-assistant, Doctor Panna Lal, was in ecstasies at the prospect, and was urgent that they should attend it together in his new tum-tum. The arrangement suited them both. Aziz was spared the indignity of a bicycle or the expense of hiring, wh... | it was an amusement of the emotions and nerves, which an accident or the passage of time might destroy; it was apart from the fundamental gaiety that he reached when he was with those whom he trusted. A disobliging simile involving Mrs. Callendar occurred to his fancy. "I must tell that to Mahmoud Ali, it'll make him l... | "Bust in front of the Cow Hospital, did it? And how did you come to be there?" "I beg your pardon?" "Oh Lord, oh Lord! When I live here" he kicked the gravel "and you live there not ten minutes from me and the Cow Hospital is right ever so far away the other side of you _there_ then how did you come to be passing the C... | to influence his life. Then he would say in respectful yet decided tones, "I don't think it does to talk about these things, every fellow has to work out his own religion," and any fellow who heard him muttered, "Hear!" Mrs. Moore felt that she had made a mistake in mentioning God, but she found him increasingly diffic... | year on Mrs. Graysford's appendix, the old lady would probably have lived. And this did not dispose him any better towards his subordinate. There was a row the morning after the mosque they were always having rows. The Major, who had been up half the night, wanted damn well to know why Aziz had not come promptly when s... | A Passage To India |
"but we shall at all events get there safe, even if we do not get back." | Dr. Panna Lal | may come," he said politely,<|quote|>"but we shall at all events get there safe, even if we do not get back."</|quote|>And with more logic: "It | into the club grounds. "Disaster may come," he said politely,<|quote|>"but we shall at all events get there safe, even if we do not get back."</|quote|>And with more logic: "It will, I think, create a | the expense of hiring, while Dr. Panna Lal, who was timid and elderly, secured someone who could manage his horse. He could manage it himself, but only just, and he was afraid of the motors and of the unknown turn into the club grounds. "Disaster may come," he said politely,<|quote|>"but we shall at all events get ther... | that the Nawab Bahadur said every one ought to go to it. His fellow-assistant, Doctor Panna Lal, was in ecstasies at the prospect, and was urgent that they should attend it together in his new tum-tum. The arrangement suited them both. Aziz was spared the indignity of a bicycle or the expense of hiring, while Dr. Panna... | amusement of the emotions and nerves, which an accident or the passage of time might destroy; it was apart from the fundamental gaiety that he reached when he was with those whom he trusted. A disobliging simile involving Mrs. Callendar occurred to his fancy. "I must tell that to Mahmoud Ali, it'll make him laugh," he ... | of the Cow Hospital, did it? And how did you come to be there?" "I beg your pardon?" "Oh Lord, oh Lord! When I live here" he kicked the gravel "and you live there not ten minutes from me and the Cow Hospital is right ever so far away the other side of you _there_ then how did you come to be passing the Cow Hospital on ... | life. Then he would say in respectful yet decided tones, "I don't think it does to talk about these things, every fellow has to work out his own religion," and any fellow who heard him muttered, "Hear!" Mrs. Moore felt that she had made a mistake in mentioning God, but she found him increasingly difficult to avoid as s... | and used skilfully, and he also liked pumping in the latest serums. But the boredom of regime and hygiene repelled him, and after inoculating a man for enteric, he would go away and drink unfiltered water himself. "What can you expect from the fellow?" said dour Major Callendar. "No grits, no guts." But in his heart he... | A Passage To India |
And with more logic: | No speaker | we do not get back."<|quote|>And with more logic:</|quote|>"It will, I think, create | get there safe, even if we do not get back."<|quote|>And with more logic:</|quote|>"It will, I think, create a good impression should two | could manage his horse. He could manage it himself, but only just, and he was afraid of the motors and of the unknown turn into the club grounds. "Disaster may come," he said politely, "but we shall at all events get there safe, even if we do not get back."<|quote|>And with more logic:</|quote|>"It will, I think, creat... | Lal, was in ecstasies at the prospect, and was urgent that they should attend it together in his new tum-tum. The arrangement suited them both. Aziz was spared the indignity of a bicycle or the expense of hiring, while Dr. Panna Lal, who was timid and elderly, secured someone who could manage his horse. He could manage... | it was apart from the fundamental gaiety that he reached when he was with those whom he trusted. A disobliging simile involving Mrs. Callendar occurred to his fancy. "I must tell that to Mahmoud Ali, it'll make him laugh," he thought. Then he got to work. He was competent and indispensable, and he knew it. The simile p... | your pardon?" "Oh Lord, oh Lord! When I live here" he kicked the gravel "and you live there not ten minutes from me and the Cow Hospital is right ever so far away the other side of you _there_ then how did you come to be passing the Cow Hospital on the way to me? Now do some work for a change." He strode away in a temp... | talk about these things, every fellow has to work out his own religion," and any fellow who heard him muttered, "Hear!" Mrs. Moore felt that she had made a mistake in mentioning God, but she found him increasingly difficult to avoid as she grew older, and he had been constantly in her thoughts since she entered India, ... | be passing the Cow Hospital on the way to me? Now do some work for a change." He strode away in a temper, without waiting for the excuse, which as far as it went was a sound one: the Cow Hospital was in a straight line between Hamidullah's house and his own, so Aziz had naturally passed it. He never realized that the e... | A Passage To India |
"It will, I think, create a good impression should two doctors arrive at the same time." | Dr. Panna Lal | back." And with more logic:<|quote|>"It will, I think, create a good impression should two doctors arrive at the same time."</|quote|>But when the time came, | if we do not get back." And with more logic:<|quote|>"It will, I think, create a good impression should two doctors arrive at the same time."</|quote|>But when the time came, Aziz was seized with a | He could manage it himself, but only just, and he was afraid of the motors and of the unknown turn into the club grounds. "Disaster may come," he said politely, "but we shall at all events get there safe, even if we do not get back." And with more logic:<|quote|>"It will, I think, create a good impression should two do... | at the prospect, and was urgent that they should attend it together in his new tum-tum. The arrangement suited them both. Aziz was spared the indignity of a bicycle or the expense of hiring, while Dr. Panna Lal, who was timid and elderly, secured someone who could manage his horse. He could manage it himself, but only ... | the fundamental gaiety that he reached when he was with those whom he trusted. A disobliging simile involving Mrs. Callendar occurred to his fancy. "I must tell that to Mahmoud Ali, it'll make him laugh," he thought. Then he got to work. He was competent and indispensable, and he knew it. The simile passed from his min... | oh Lord! When I live here" he kicked the gravel "and you live there not ten minutes from me and the Cow Hospital is right ever so far away the other side of you _there_ then how did you come to be passing the Cow Hospital on the way to me? Now do some work for a change." He strode away in a temper, without waiting for ... | every fellow has to work out his own religion," and any fellow who heard him muttered, "Hear!" Mrs. Moore felt that she had made a mistake in mentioning God, but she found him increasingly difficult to avoid as she grew older, and he had been constantly in her thoughts since she entered India, though oddly enough he sa... | and the Cow Hospital is right ever so far away the other side of you _there_ then how did you come to be passing the Cow Hospital on the way to me? Now do some work for a change." He strode away in a temper, without waiting for the excuse, which as far as it went was a sound one: the Cow Hospital was in a straight line... | A Passage To India |
But when the time came, Aziz was seized with a revulsion, and determined not to go. For one thing his spell of work, lately concluded, left him independent and healthy. For another, the day chanced to fall on the anniversary of his wife's death. She had died soon after he had fallen in love with her; he had not loved h... | No speaker | arrive at the same time."<|quote|>But when the time came, Aziz was seized with a revulsion, and determined not to go. For one thing his spell of work, lately concluded, left him independent and healthy. For another, the day chanced to fall on the anniversary of his wife's death. She had died soon after he had fallen in... | good impression should two doctors arrive at the same time."<|quote|>But when the time came, Aziz was seized with a revulsion, and determined not to go. For one thing his spell of work, lately concluded, left him independent and healthy. For another, the day chanced to fall on the anniversary of his wife's death. She h... | of the unknown turn into the club grounds. "Disaster may come," he said politely, "but we shall at all events get there safe, even if we do not get back." And with more logic: "It will, I think, create a good impression should two doctors arrive at the same time."<|quote|>But when the time came, Aziz was seized with a ... | The arrangement suited them both. Aziz was spared the indignity of a bicycle or the expense of hiring, while Dr. Panna Lal, who was timid and elderly, secured someone who could manage his horse. He could manage it himself, but only just, and he was afraid of the motors and of the unknown turn into the club grounds. "Di... | simile involving Mrs. Callendar occurred to his fancy. "I must tell that to Mahmoud Ali, it'll make him laugh," he thought. Then he got to work. He was competent and indispensable, and he knew it. The simile passed from his mind while he exercised his professional skill. During these pleasant and busy days, he heard va... | minutes from me and the Cow Hospital is right ever so far away the other side of you _there_ then how did you come to be passing the Cow Hospital on the way to me? Now do some work for a change." He strode away in a temper, without waiting for the excuse, which as far as it went was a sound one: the Cow Hospital was in... | "Hear!" Mrs. Moore felt that she had made a mistake in mentioning God, but she found him increasingly difficult to avoid as she grew older, and he had been constantly in her thoughts since she entered India, though oddly enough he satisfied her less. She must needs pronounce his name frequently, as the greatest she kne... | a man for enteric, he would go away and drink unfiltered water himself. "What can you expect from the fellow?" said dour Major Callendar. "No grits, no guts." But in his heart he knew that if Aziz and not he had operated last year on Mrs. Graysford's appendix, the old lady would probably have lived. And this did not di... | A Passage To India |
"How unhappy I am!" | Dr. Aziz | from his eyes. He thought,<|quote|>"How unhappy I am!"</|quote|>But because he really was | at it, and tears spouted from his eyes. He thought,<|quote|>"How unhappy I am!"</|quote|>But because he really was unhappy, another emotion soon mingled | called for him, and gone on. Well, let him go on, as befitted the coarseness of his nature. For his own part, he would commune with the dead. And unlocking a drawer, he took out his wife's photograph. He gazed at it, and tears spouted from his eyes. He thought,<|quote|>"How unhappy I am!"</|quote|>But because he really... | it for he dowered the British matron with strange insight and would delight in torturing him, they would mock him to their husbands. When he should have been ready, he stood at the Post Office, writing a telegram to his children, and found on his return that Dr. Lal had called for him, and gone on. Well, let him go on,... | should hold, and for how long. It was so with all his opinions. Nothing stayed, nothing passed that did not return; the circulation was ceaseless and kept him young, and he mourned his wife the more sincerely because he mourned her seldom. It would have been simpler to tell Dr. Lal that he had changed his mind about th... | him. Sensuous enjoyment well, even if he had had it, it would have dulled in a year, and he had gained something instead, which seemed to increase the longer they lived together. She became the mother of a son . . . and in giving him a second son she died. Then he realized what he had lost, and that no woman could ever... | was an amusement of the emotions and nerves, which an accident or the passage of time might destroy; it was apart from the fundamental gaiety that he reached when he was with those whom he trusted. A disobliging simile involving Mrs. Callendar occurred to his fancy. "I must tell that to Mahmoud Ali, it'll make him laug... | when the time came, Aziz was seized with a revulsion, and determined not to go. For one thing his spell of work, lately concluded, left him independent and healthy. For another, the day chanced to fall on the anniversary of his wife's death. She had died soon after he had fallen in love with her; he had not loved her a... | A Passage To India |
But because he really was unhappy, another emotion soon mingled with his self-pity: he desired to remember his wife and could not. Why could he remember people whom he did not love? They were always so vivid to him, whereas the more he looked at this photograph, the less he saw. She had eluded him thus, ever since they... | No speaker | thought, "How unhappy I am!"<|quote|>But because he really was unhappy, another emotion soon mingled with his self-pity: he desired to remember his wife and could not. Why could he remember people whom he did not love? They were always so vivid to him, whereas the more he looked at this photograph, the less he saw. She... | spouted from his eyes. He thought, "How unhappy I am!"<|quote|>But because he really was unhappy, another emotion soon mingled with his self-pity: he desired to remember his wife and could not. Why could he remember people whom he did not love? They were always so vivid to him, whereas the more he looked at this photog... | gone on. Well, let him go on, as befitted the coarseness of his nature. For his own part, he would commune with the dead. And unlocking a drawer, he took out his wife's photograph. He gazed at it, and tears spouted from his eyes. He thought, "How unhappy I am!"<|quote|>But because he really was unhappy, another emotion... | the British matron with strange insight and would delight in torturing him, they would mock him to their husbands. When he should have been ready, he stood at the Post Office, writing a telegram to his children, and found on his return that Dr. Lal had called for him, and gone on. Well, let him go on, as befitted the c... | how long. It was so with all his opinions. Nothing stayed, nothing passed that did not return; the circulation was ceaseless and kept him young, and he mourned his wife the more sincerely because he mourned her seldom. It would have been simpler to tell Dr. Lal that he had changed his mind about the party, but until th... | even if he had had it, it would have dulled in a year, and he had gained something instead, which seemed to increase the longer they lived together. She became the mother of a son . . . and in giving him a second son she died. Then he realized what he had lost, and that no woman could ever take her place; a friend woul... | the emotions and nerves, which an accident or the passage of time might destroy; it was apart from the fundamental gaiety that he reached when he was with those whom he trusted. A disobliging simile involving Mrs. Callendar occurred to his fancy. "I must tell that to Mahmoud Ali, it'll make him laugh," he thought. Then... | lived together. She became the mother of a son . . . and in giving him a second son she died. Then he realized what he had lost, and that no woman could ever take her place; a friend would come nearer to her than another woman. She had gone, there was no one like her, and what is that uniqueness but love? He amused him... | A Passage To India |
"How unhappy I am!" | Dr. Aziz | unbearable, and he thought again,<|quote|>"How unhappy I am!"</|quote|>and became happier. He had | of his wife. It was unbearable, and he thought again,<|quote|>"How unhappy I am!"</|quote|>and became happier. He had breathed for an instant the | realizing that the very fact that we have loved the dead increases their unreality, and that the more passionately we invoke them the further they recede. A piece of brown cardboard and three children that was all that was left of his wife. It was unbearable, and he thought again,<|quote|>"How unhappy I am!"</|quote|>a... | to him, whereas the more he looked at this photograph, the less he saw. She had eluded him thus, ever since they had carried her to her tomb. He had known that she would pass from his hands and eyes, but had thought she could live in his mind, not realizing that the very fact that we have loved the dead increases their... | and found on his return that Dr. Lal had called for him, and gone on. Well, let him go on, as befitted the coarseness of his nature. For his own part, he would commune with the dead. And unlocking a drawer, he took out his wife's photograph. He gazed at it, and tears spouted from his eyes. He thought, "How unhappy I am... | not know. God's unity was indubitable and indubitably announced, but on all other points he wavered like the average Christian; his belief in the life to come would pale to a hope, vanish, reappear, all in a single sentence or a dozen heart-beats, so that the corpuscles of his blood rather than he seemed to decide whic... | them both. Aziz was spared the indignity of a bicycle or the expense of hiring, while Dr. Panna Lal, who was timid and elderly, secured someone who could manage his horse. He could manage it himself, but only just, and he was afraid of the motors and of the unknown turn into the club grounds. "Disaster may come," he sa... | against that lifting of the purdah that would come in the next generation if not in theirs. She was intelligent, yet had old-fashioned grace. Gradually he lost the feeling that his relatives had chosen wrongly for him. Sensuous enjoyment well, even if he had had it, it would have dulled in a year, and he had gained som... | A Passage To India |
and became happier. He had breathed for an instant the mortal air that surrounds Orientals and all men, and he drew back from it with a gasp, for he was young. | No speaker | again, "How unhappy I am!"<|quote|>and became happier. He had breathed for an instant the mortal air that surrounds Orientals and all men, and he drew back from it with a gasp, for he was young.</|quote|>"Never, never shall I get | was unbearable, and he thought again, "How unhappy I am!"<|quote|>and became happier. He had breathed for an instant the mortal air that surrounds Orientals and all men, and he drew back from it with a gasp, for he was young.</|quote|>"Never, never shall I get over this," he told himself. | fact that we have loved the dead increases their unreality, and that the more passionately we invoke them the further they recede. A piece of brown cardboard and three children that was all that was left of his wife. It was unbearable, and he thought again, "How unhappy I am!"<|quote|>and became happier. He had breathe... | more he looked at this photograph, the less he saw. She had eluded him thus, ever since they had carried her to her tomb. He had known that she would pass from his hands and eyes, but had thought she could live in his mind, not realizing that the very fact that we have loved the dead increases their unreality, and that... | return that Dr. Lal had called for him, and gone on. Well, let him go on, as befitted the coarseness of his nature. For his own part, he would commune with the dead. And unlocking a drawer, he took out his wife's photograph. He gazed at it, and tears spouted from his eyes. He thought, "How unhappy I am!" But because he... | was indubitable and indubitably announced, but on all other points he wavered like the average Christian; his belief in the life to come would pale to a hope, vanish, reappear, all in a single sentence or a dozen heart-beats, so that the corpuscles of his blood rather than he seemed to decide which opinion he should ho... | spared the indignity of a bicycle or the expense of hiring, while Dr. Panna Lal, who was timid and elderly, secured someone who could manage his horse. He could manage it himself, but only just, and he was afraid of the motors and of the unknown turn into the club grounds. "Disaster may come," he said politely, "but we... | their husbands. When he should have been ready, he stood at the Post Office, writing a telegram to his children, and found on his return that Dr. Lal had called for him, and gone on. Well, let him go on, as befitted the coarseness of his nature. For his own part, he would commune with the dead. And unlocking a drawer, ... | A Passage To India |
"Never, never shall I get over this," | Dr. Aziz | gasp, for he was young.<|quote|>"Never, never shall I get over this,"</|quote|>he told himself. "Most certainly | back from it with a gasp, for he was young.<|quote|>"Never, never shall I get over this,"</|quote|>he told himself. "Most certainly my career is a failure, | was all that was left of his wife. It was unbearable, and he thought again, "How unhappy I am!" and became happier. He had breathed for an instant the mortal air that surrounds Orientals and all men, and he drew back from it with a gasp, for he was young.<|quote|>"Never, never shall I get over this,"</|quote|>he told h... | from his hands and eyes, but had thought she could live in his mind, not realizing that the very fact that we have loved the dead increases their unreality, and that the more passionately we invoke them the further they recede. A piece of brown cardboard and three children that was all that was left of his wife. It was... | the dead. And unlocking a drawer, he took out his wife's photograph. He gazed at it, and tears spouted from his eyes. He thought, "How unhappy I am!" But because he really was unhappy, another emotion soon mingled with his self-pity: he desired to remember his wife and could not. Why could he remember people whom he di... | in a single sentence or a dozen heart-beats, so that the corpuscles of his blood rather than he seemed to decide which opinion he should hold, and for how long. It was so with all his opinions. Nothing stayed, nothing passed that did not return; the circulation was ceaseless and kept him young, and he mourned his wife ... | himself, but only just, and he was afraid of the motors and of the unknown turn into the club grounds. "Disaster may come," he said politely, "but we shall at all events get there safe, even if we do not get back." And with more logic: "It will, I think, create a good impression should two doctors arrive at the same ti... | the party, but until the last minute he did not know that he had changed it; indeed, he didn't change it, it changed itself. Unconquerable aversion welled. Mrs. Callendar, Mrs. Lesley no, he couldn't stand them in his sorrow: they would guess it for he dowered the British matron with strange insight and would delight i... | A Passage To India |
he told himself. | No speaker | shall I get over this,"<|quote|>he told himself.</|quote|>"Most certainly my career is | he was young. "Never, never shall I get over this,"<|quote|>he told himself.</|quote|>"Most certainly my career is a failure, and my sons | wife. It was unbearable, and he thought again, "How unhappy I am!" and became happier. He had breathed for an instant the mortal air that surrounds Orientals and all men, and he drew back from it with a gasp, for he was young. "Never, never shall I get over this,"<|quote|>he told himself.</|quote|>"Most certainly my ca... | thought she could live in his mind, not realizing that the very fact that we have loved the dead increases their unreality, and that the more passionately we invoke them the further they recede. A piece of brown cardboard and three children that was all that was left of his wife. It was unbearable, and he thought again... | took out his wife's photograph. He gazed at it, and tears spouted from his eyes. He thought, "How unhappy I am!" But because he really was unhappy, another emotion soon mingled with his self-pity: he desired to remember his wife and could not. Why could he remember people whom he did not love? They were always so vivid... | heart-beats, so that the corpuscles of his blood rather than he seemed to decide which opinion he should hold, and for how long. It was so with all his opinions. Nothing stayed, nothing passed that did not return; the circulation was ceaseless and kept him young, and he mourned his wife the more sincerely because he mo... | afraid of the motors and of the unknown turn into the club grounds. "Disaster may come," he said politely, "but we shall at all events get there safe, even if we do not get back." And with more logic: "It will, I think, create a good impression should two doctors arrive at the same time." But when the time came, Aziz w... | he seemed to decide which opinion he should hold, and for how long. It was so with all his opinions. Nothing stayed, nothing passed that did not return; the circulation was ceaseless and kept him young, and he mourned his wife the more sincerely because he mourned her seldom. It would have been simpler to tell Dr. Lal ... | A Passage To India |
"Most certainly my career is a failure, and my sons will be badly brought up." | Dr. Aziz | over this," he told himself.<|quote|>"Most certainly my career is a failure, and my sons will be badly brought up."</|quote|>Since it was certain, he | "Never, never shall I get over this," he told himself.<|quote|>"Most certainly my career is a failure, and my sons will be badly brought up."</|quote|>Since it was certain, he strove to avert it, and | unbearable, and he thought again, "How unhappy I am!" and became happier. He had breathed for an instant the mortal air that surrounds Orientals and all men, and he drew back from it with a gasp, for he was young. "Never, never shall I get over this," he told himself.<|quote|>"Most certainly my career is a failure, and... | live in his mind, not realizing that the very fact that we have loved the dead increases their unreality, and that the more passionately we invoke them the further they recede. A piece of brown cardboard and three children that was all that was left of his wife. It was unbearable, and he thought again, "How unhappy I a... | wife's photograph. He gazed at it, and tears spouted from his eyes. He thought, "How unhappy I am!" But because he really was unhappy, another emotion soon mingled with his self-pity: he desired to remember his wife and could not. Why could he remember people whom he did not love? They were always so vivid to him, wher... | the corpuscles of his blood rather than he seemed to decide which opinion he should hold, and for how long. It was so with all his opinions. Nothing stayed, nothing passed that did not return; the circulation was ceaseless and kept him young, and he mourned his wife the more sincerely because he mourned her seldom. It ... | motors and of the unknown turn into the club grounds. "Disaster may come," he said politely, "but we shall at all events get there safe, even if we do not get back." And with more logic: "It will, I think, create a good impression should two doctors arrive at the same time." But when the time came, Aziz was seized with... | of the world into Paradise, and he meditated suicide. Would he meet her beyond the tomb? Is there such a meeting-place? Though orthodox, he did not know. God's unity was indubitable and indubitably announced, but on all other points he wavered like the average Christian; his belief in the life to come would pale to a h... | A Passage To India |
Since it was certain, he strove to avert it, and looked at some notes he had made on a case at the hospital. Perhaps some day a rich person might require this particular operation, and he gain a large sum. The notes interesting him on their own account, he locked the photograph up again. Its moment was over, and he did... | No speaker | will be badly brought up."<|quote|>Since it was certain, he strove to avert it, and looked at some notes he had made on a case at the hospital. Perhaps some day a rich person might require this particular operation, and he gain a large sum. The notes interesting him on their own account, he locked the photograph up aga... | a failure, and my sons will be badly brought up."<|quote|>Since it was certain, he strove to avert it, and looked at some notes he had made on a case at the hospital. Perhaps some day a rich person might require this particular operation, and he gain a large sum. The notes interesting him on their own account, he locke... | for an instant the mortal air that surrounds Orientals and all men, and he drew back from it with a gasp, for he was young. "Never, never shall I get over this," he told himself. "Most certainly my career is a failure, and my sons will be badly brought up."<|quote|>Since it was certain, he strove to avert it, and looke... | dead increases their unreality, and that the more passionately we invoke them the further they recede. A piece of brown cardboard and three children that was all that was left of his wife. It was unbearable, and he thought again, "How unhappy I am!" and became happier. He had breathed for an instant the mortal air that... | unhappy I am!" But because he really was unhappy, another emotion soon mingled with his self-pity: he desired to remember his wife and could not. Why could he remember people whom he did not love? They were always so vivid to him, whereas the more he looked at this photograph, the less he saw. She had eluded him thus, ... | hold, and for how long. It was so with all his opinions. Nothing stayed, nothing passed that did not return; the circulation was ceaseless and kept him young, and he mourned his wife the more sincerely because he mourned her seldom. It would have been simpler to tell Dr. Lal that he had changed his mind about the party... | politely, "but we shall at all events get there safe, even if we do not get back." And with more logic: "It will, I think, create a good impression should two doctors arrive at the same time." But when the time came, Aziz was seized with a revulsion, and determined not to go. For one thing his spell of work, lately con... | wife's photograph. He gazed at it, and tears spouted from his eyes. He thought, "How unhappy I am!" But because he really was unhappy, another emotion soon mingled with his self-pity: he desired to remember his wife and could not. Why could he remember people whom he did not love? They were always so vivid to him, wher... | A Passage To India |
"Maharajah, salaam," | Dr. Aziz | a determination to be determined.<|quote|>"Maharajah, salaam,"</|quote|>he called for a joke. | much of determination as of a determination to be determined.<|quote|>"Maharajah, salaam,"</|quote|>he called for a joke. The youths stopped and laughed. | were training. Training for what? They would have found it hard to say, but the word had got into the air. Round they ran, weedy and knock-kneed the local physique was wretched with an expression on their faces not so much of determination as of a determination to be determined.<|quote|>"Maharajah, salaam,"</|quote|>he... | tea his spirits improved, and he went round to see Hamidullah. Hamidullah had gone to the party, but his pony had not, so Aziz borrowed it, also his friend's riding breeches and polo mallet. He repaired to the Maidan. It was deserted except at its rim, where some bazaar youths were training. Training for what? They wou... | a gasp, for he was young. "Never, never shall I get over this," he told himself. "Most certainly my career is a failure, and my sons will be badly brought up." Since it was certain, he strove to avert it, and looked at some notes he had made on a case at the hospital. Perhaps some day a rich person might require this p... | own part, he would commune with the dead. And unlocking a drawer, he took out his wife's photograph. He gazed at it, and tears spouted from his eyes. He thought, "How unhappy I am!" But because he really was unhappy, another emotion soon mingled with his self-pity: he desired to remember his wife and could not. Why cou... | that would come in the next generation if not in theirs. She was intelligent, yet had old-fashioned grace. Gradually he lost the feeling that his relatives had chosen wrongly for him. Sensuous enjoyment well, even if he had had it, it would have dulled in a year, and he had gained something instead, which seemed to inc... | seemed to decide which opinion he should hold, and for how long. It was so with all his opinions. Nothing stayed, nothing passed that did not return; the circulation was ceaseless and kept him young, and he mourned his wife the more sincerely because he mourned her seldom. It would have been simpler to tell Dr. Lal tha... | A Passage To India |
he called for a joke. The youths stopped and laughed. He advised them not to exert themselves. They promised they would not, and ran on. Riding into the middle, he began to knock the ball about. He could not play, but his pony could, and he set himself to learn, free from all human tension. He forgot the whole damned b... | No speaker | to be determined. "Maharajah, salaam,"<|quote|>he called for a joke. The youths stopped and laughed. He advised them not to exert themselves. They promised they would not, and ran on. Riding into the middle, he began to knock the ball about. He could not play, but his pony could, and he set himself to learn, free from ... | determination as of a determination to be determined. "Maharajah, salaam,"<|quote|>he called for a joke. The youths stopped and laughed. He advised them not to exert themselves. They promised they would not, and ran on. Riding into the middle, he began to knock the ball about. He could not play, but his pony could, and... | Training for what? They would have found it hard to say, but the word had got into the air. Round they ran, weedy and knock-kneed the local physique was wretched with an expression on their faces not so much of determination as of a determination to be determined. "Maharajah, salaam,"<|quote|>he called for a joke. The ... | spirits improved, and he went round to see Hamidullah. Hamidullah had gone to the party, but his pony had not, so Aziz borrowed it, also his friend's riding breeches and polo mallet. He repaired to the Maidan. It was deserted except at its rim, where some bazaar youths were training. Training for what? They would have ... | for he was young. "Never, never shall I get over this," he told himself. "Most certainly my career is a failure, and my sons will be badly brought up." Since it was certain, he strove to avert it, and looked at some notes he had made on a case at the hospital. Perhaps some day a rich person might require this particula... | he would commune with the dead. And unlocking a drawer, he took out his wife's photograph. He gazed at it, and tears spouted from his eyes. He thought, "How unhappy I am!" But because he really was unhappy, another emotion soon mingled with his self-pity: he desired to remember his wife and could not. Why could he reme... | come in the next generation if not in theirs. She was intelligent, yet had old-fashioned grace. Gradually he lost the feeling that his relatives had chosen wrongly for him. Sensuous enjoyment well, even if he had had it, it would have dulled in a year, and he had gained something instead, which seemed to increase the l... | carried her to her tomb. He had known that she would pass from his hands and eyes, but had thought she could live in his mind, not realizing that the very fact that we have loved the dead increases their unreality, and that the more passionately we invoke them the further they recede. A piece of brown cardboard and thr... | A Passage To India |
"All right." | Dr. Aziz | called, "Send it along again."<|quote|>"All right."</|quote|>The new-comer had some notion | it back to Aziz and called, "Send it along again."<|quote|>"All right."</|quote|>The new-comer had some notion of what to do, but | of living as he scurried over the brown platter of the Maidan, with the evening wind on his forehead, and the encircling trees soothing his eyes. The ball shot away towards a stray subaltern who was also practising; he hit it back to Aziz and called, "Send it along again."<|quote|>"All right."</|quote|>The new-comer ha... | advised them not to exert themselves. They promised they would not, and ran on. Riding into the middle, he began to knock the ball about. He could not play, but his pony could, and he set himself to learn, free from all human tension. He forgot the whole damned business of living as he scurried over the brown platter o... | gone to the party, but his pony had not, so Aziz borrowed it, also his friend's riding breeches and polo mallet. He repaired to the Maidan. It was deserted except at its rim, where some bazaar youths were training. Training for what? They would have found it hard to say, but the word had got into the air. Round they ra... | thought she could live in his mind, not realizing that the very fact that we have loved the dead increases their unreality, and that the more passionately we invoke them the further they recede. A piece of brown cardboard and three children that was all that was left of his wife. It was unbearable, and he thought again... | one like her, and what is that uniqueness but love? He amused himself, he forgot her at times: but at other times he felt that she had sent all the beauty and joy of the world into Paradise, and he meditated suicide. Would he meet her beyond the tomb? Is there such a meeting-place? Though orthodox, he did not know. God... | He had known that she would pass from his hands and eyes, but had thought she could live in his mind, not realizing that the very fact that we have loved the dead increases their unreality, and that the more passionately we invoke them the further they recede. A piece of brown cardboard and three children that was all ... | A Passage To India |
The new-comer had some notion of what to do, but his horse had none, and forces were equal. Concentrated on the ball, they somehow became fond of one another, and smiled when they drew rein to rest. Aziz liked soldiers they either accepted you or swore at you, which was preferable to the civilian's hauteur and the suba... | No speaker | it along again." "All right."<|quote|>The new-comer had some notion of what to do, but his horse had none, and forces were equal. Concentrated on the ball, they somehow became fond of one another, and smiled when they drew rein to rest. Aziz liked soldiers they either accepted you or swore at you, which was preferable ... | to Aziz and called, "Send it along again." "All right."<|quote|>The new-comer had some notion of what to do, but his horse had none, and forces were equal. Concentrated on the ball, they somehow became fond of one another, and smiled when they drew rein to rest. Aziz liked soldiers they either accepted you or swore at ... | as he scurried over the brown platter of the Maidan, with the evening wind on his forehead, and the encircling trees soothing his eyes. The ball shot away towards a stray subaltern who was also practising; he hit it back to Aziz and called, "Send it along again." "All right."<|quote|>The new-comer had some notion of wh... | not to exert themselves. They promised they would not, and ran on. Riding into the middle, he began to knock the ball about. He could not play, but his pony could, and he set himself to learn, free from all human tension. He forgot the whole damned business of living as he scurried over the brown platter of the Maidan,... | the party, but his pony had not, so Aziz borrowed it, also his friend's riding breeches and polo mallet. He repaired to the Maidan. It was deserted except at its rim, where some bazaar youths were training. Training for what? They would have found it hard to say, but the word had got into the air. Round they ran, weedy... | could live in his mind, not realizing that the very fact that we have loved the dead increases their unreality, and that the more passionately we invoke them the further they recede. A piece of brown cardboard and three children that was all that was left of his wife. It was unbearable, and he thought again, "How unhap... | her, and what is that uniqueness but love? He amused himself, he forgot her at times: but at other times he felt that she had sent all the beauty and joy of the world into Paradise, and he meditated suicide. Would he meet her beyond the tomb? Is there such a meeting-place? Though orthodox, he did not know. God's unity ... | brown cardboard and three children that was all that was left of his wife. It was unbearable, and he thought again, "How unhappy I am!" and became happier. He had breathed for an instant the mortal air that surrounds Orientals and all men, and he drew back from it with a gasp, for he was young. "Never, never shall I ge... | A Passage To India |
he asked. | No speaker | who could ride. "Often play?"<|quote|>he asked.</|quote|>"Never." "Let's have another chukker." | and the subaltern liked anyone who could ride. "Often play?"<|quote|>he asked.</|quote|>"Never." "Let's have another chukker." As he hit, his horse | forces were equal. Concentrated on the ball, they somehow became fond of one another, and smiled when they drew rein to rest. Aziz liked soldiers they either accepted you or swore at you, which was preferable to the civilian's hauteur and the subaltern liked anyone who could ride. "Often play?"<|quote|>he asked.</|quot... | his forehead, and the encircling trees soothing his eyes. The ball shot away towards a stray subaltern who was also practising; he hit it back to Aziz and called, "Send it along again." "All right." The new-comer had some notion of what to do, but his horse had none, and forces were equal. Concentrated on the ball, the... | was wretched with an expression on their faces not so much of determination as of a determination to be determined. "Maharajah, salaam," he called for a joke. The youths stopped and laughed. He advised them not to exert themselves. They promised they would not, and ran on. Riding into the middle, he began to knock the ... | breathed for an instant the mortal air that surrounds Orientals and all men, and he drew back from it with a gasp, for he was young. "Never, never shall I get over this," he told himself. "Most certainly my career is a failure, and my sons will be badly brought up." Since it was certain, he strove to avert it, and look... | but on all other points he wavered like the average Christian; his belief in the life to come would pale to a hope, vanish, reappear, all in a single sentence or a dozen heart-beats, so that the corpuscles of his blood rather than he seemed to decide which opinion he should hold, and for how long. It was so with all hi... | "Most certainly my career is a failure, and my sons will be badly brought up." Since it was certain, he strove to avert it, and looked at some notes he had made on a case at the hospital. Perhaps some day a rich person might require this particular operation, and he gain a large sum. The notes interesting him on their ... | A Passage To India |
"Never." | Dr. Aziz | ride. "Often play?" he asked.<|quote|>"Never."</|quote|>"Let's have another chukker." As | subaltern liked anyone who could ride. "Often play?" he asked.<|quote|>"Never."</|quote|>"Let's have another chukker." As he hit, his horse bucked | equal. Concentrated on the ball, they somehow became fond of one another, and smiled when they drew rein to rest. Aziz liked soldiers they either accepted you or swore at you, which was preferable to the civilian's hauteur and the subaltern liked anyone who could ride. "Often play?" he asked.<|quote|>"Never."</|quote|>... | and the encircling trees soothing his eyes. The ball shot away towards a stray subaltern who was also practising; he hit it back to Aziz and called, "Send it along again." "All right." The new-comer had some notion of what to do, but his horse had none, and forces were equal. Concentrated on the ball, they somehow beca... | with an expression on their faces not so much of determination as of a determination to be determined. "Maharajah, salaam," he called for a joke. The youths stopped and laughed. He advised them not to exert themselves. They promised they would not, and ran on. Riding into the middle, he began to knock the ball about. H... | an instant the mortal air that surrounds Orientals and all men, and he drew back from it with a gasp, for he was young. "Never, never shall I get over this," he told himself. "Most certainly my career is a failure, and my sons will be badly brought up." Since it was certain, he strove to avert it, and looked at some no... | all other points he wavered like the average Christian; his belief in the life to come would pale to a hope, vanish, reappear, all in a single sentence or a dozen heart-beats, so that the corpuscles of his blood rather than he seemed to decide which opinion he should hold, and for how long. It was so with all his opini... | on. Well, let him go on, as befitted the coarseness of his nature. For his own part, he would commune with the dead. And unlocking a drawer, he took out his wife's photograph. He gazed at it, and tears spouted from his eyes. He thought, "How unhappy I am!" But because he really was unhappy, another emotion soon mingled... | A Passage To India |
As he hit, his horse bucked and off he went, cried, | No speaker | "Never." "Let's have another chukker."<|quote|>As he hit, his horse bucked and off he went, cried,</|quote|>"Oh God!" and jumped on | ride. "Often play?" he asked. "Never." "Let's have another chukker."<|quote|>As he hit, his horse bucked and off he went, cried,</|quote|>"Oh God!" and jumped on again. "Don't you ever fall | they somehow became fond of one another, and smiled when they drew rein to rest. Aziz liked soldiers they either accepted you or swore at you, which was preferable to the civilian's hauteur and the subaltern liked anyone who could ride. "Often play?" he asked. "Never." "Let's have another chukker."<|quote|>As he hit, h... | his eyes. The ball shot away towards a stray subaltern who was also practising; he hit it back to Aziz and called, "Send it along again." "All right." The new-comer had some notion of what to do, but his horse had none, and forces were equal. Concentrated on the ball, they somehow became fond of one another, and smiled... | faces not so much of determination as of a determination to be determined. "Maharajah, salaam," he called for a joke. The youths stopped and laughed. He advised them not to exert themselves. They promised they would not, and ran on. Riding into the middle, he began to knock the ball about. He could not play, but his po... | that surrounds Orientals and all men, and he drew back from it with a gasp, for he was young. "Never, never shall I get over this," he told himself. "Most certainly my career is a failure, and my sons will be badly brought up." Since it was certain, he strove to avert it, and looked at some notes he had made on a case ... | like the average Christian; his belief in the life to come would pale to a hope, vanish, reappear, all in a single sentence or a dozen heart-beats, so that the corpuscles of his blood rather than he seemed to decide which opinion he should hold, and for how long. It was so with all his opinions. Nothing stayed, nothing... | mind, not realizing that the very fact that we have loved the dead increases their unreality, and that the more passionately we invoke them the further they recede. A piece of brown cardboard and three children that was all that was left of his wife. It was unbearable, and he thought again, "How unhappy I am!" and beca... | A Passage To India |
"Oh God!" | Dr. Aziz | and off he went, cried,<|quote|>"Oh God!"</|quote|>and jumped on again. "Don't | he hit, his horse bucked and off he went, cried,<|quote|>"Oh God!"</|quote|>and jumped on again. "Don't you ever fall off?" "Plenty." | drew rein to rest. Aziz liked soldiers they either accepted you or swore at you, which was preferable to the civilian's hauteur and the subaltern liked anyone who could ride. "Often play?" he asked. "Never." "Let's have another chukker." As he hit, his horse bucked and off he went, cried,<|quote|>"Oh God!"</|quote|>and... | was also practising; he hit it back to Aziz and called, "Send it along again." "All right." The new-comer had some notion of what to do, but his horse had none, and forces were equal. Concentrated on the ball, they somehow became fond of one another, and smiled when they drew rein to rest. Aziz liked soldiers they eith... | be determined. "Maharajah, salaam," he called for a joke. The youths stopped and laughed. He advised them not to exert themselves. They promised they would not, and ran on. Riding into the middle, he began to knock the ball about. He could not play, but his pony could, and he set himself to learn, free from all human t... | it with a gasp, for he was young. "Never, never shall I get over this," he told himself. "Most certainly my career is a failure, and my sons will be badly brought up." Since it was certain, he strove to avert it, and looked at some notes he had made on a case at the hospital. Perhaps some day a rich person might requir... | would pale to a hope, vanish, reappear, all in a single sentence or a dozen heart-beats, so that the corpuscles of his blood rather than he seemed to decide which opinion he should hold, and for how long. It was so with all his opinions. Nothing stayed, nothing passed that did not return; the circulation was ceaseless ... | remember his wife and could not. Why could he remember people whom he did not love? They were always so vivid to him, whereas the more he looked at this photograph, the less he saw. She had eluded him thus, ever since they had carried her to her tomb. He had known that she would pass from his hands and eyes, but had th... | A Passage To India |
and jumped on again. | No speaker | he went, cried, "Oh God!"<|quote|>and jumped on again.</|quote|>"Don't you ever fall off?" | his horse bucked and off he went, cried, "Oh God!"<|quote|>and jumped on again.</|quote|>"Don't you ever fall off?" "Plenty." "Not you." They reined | to rest. Aziz liked soldiers they either accepted you or swore at you, which was preferable to the civilian's hauteur and the subaltern liked anyone who could ride. "Often play?" he asked. "Never." "Let's have another chukker." As he hit, his horse bucked and off he went, cried, "Oh God!"<|quote|>and jumped on again.</... | practising; he hit it back to Aziz and called, "Send it along again." "All right." The new-comer had some notion of what to do, but his horse had none, and forces were equal. Concentrated on the ball, they somehow became fond of one another, and smiled when they drew rein to rest. Aziz liked soldiers they either accept... | "Maharajah, salaam," he called for a joke. The youths stopped and laughed. He advised them not to exert themselves. They promised they would not, and ran on. Riding into the middle, he began to knock the ball about. He could not play, but his pony could, and he set himself to learn, free from all human tension. He forg... | a gasp, for he was young. "Never, never shall I get over this," he told himself. "Most certainly my career is a failure, and my sons will be badly brought up." Since it was certain, he strove to avert it, and looked at some notes he had made on a case at the hospital. Perhaps some day a rich person might require this p... | to a hope, vanish, reappear, all in a single sentence or a dozen heart-beats, so that the corpuscles of his blood rather than he seemed to decide which opinion he should hold, and for how long. It was so with all his opinions. Nothing stayed, nothing passed that did not return; the circulation was ceaseless and kept hi... | some bazaar youths were training. Training for what? They would have found it hard to say, but the word had got into the air. Round they ran, weedy and knock-kneed the local physique was wretched with an expression on their faces not so much of determination as of a determination to be determined. "Maharajah, salaam," ... | A Passage To India |
"Don't you ever fall off?" | Dr. Aziz | God!" and jumped on again.<|quote|>"Don't you ever fall off?"</|quote|>"Plenty." "Not you." They reined | off he went, cried, "Oh God!" and jumped on again.<|quote|>"Don't you ever fall off?"</|quote|>"Plenty." "Not you." They reined up again, the fire of | soldiers they either accepted you or swore at you, which was preferable to the civilian's hauteur and the subaltern liked anyone who could ride. "Often play?" he asked. "Never." "Let's have another chukker." As he hit, his horse bucked and off he went, cried, "Oh God!" and jumped on again.<|quote|>"Don't you ever fall ... | back to Aziz and called, "Send it along again." "All right." The new-comer had some notion of what to do, but his horse had none, and forces were equal. Concentrated on the ball, they somehow became fond of one another, and smiled when they drew rein to rest. Aziz liked soldiers they either accepted you or swore at you... | for a joke. The youths stopped and laughed. He advised them not to exert themselves. They promised they would not, and ran on. Riding into the middle, he began to knock the ball about. He could not play, but his pony could, and he set himself to learn, free from all human tension. He forgot the whole damned business of... | was young. "Never, never shall I get over this," he told himself. "Most certainly my career is a failure, and my sons will be badly brought up." Since it was certain, he strove to avert it, and looked at some notes he had made on a case at the hospital. Perhaps some day a rich person might require this particular opera... | reappear, all in a single sentence or a dozen heart-beats, so that the corpuscles of his blood rather than he seemed to decide which opinion he should hold, and for how long. It was so with all his opinions. Nothing stayed, nothing passed that did not return; the circulation was ceaseless and kept him young, and he mou... | soon mingled with his self-pity: he desired to remember his wife and could not. Why could he remember people whom he did not love? They were always so vivid to him, whereas the more he looked at this photograph, the less he saw. She had eluded him thus, ever since they had carried her to her tomb. He had known that she... | A Passage To India |
"Not you." | Dr. Aziz | you ever fall off?" "Plenty."<|quote|>"Not you."</|quote|>They reined up again, the | and jumped on again. "Don't you ever fall off?" "Plenty."<|quote|>"Not you."</|quote|>They reined up again, the fire of good fellowship in | swore at you, which was preferable to the civilian's hauteur and the subaltern liked anyone who could ride. "Often play?" he asked. "Never." "Let's have another chukker." As he hit, his horse bucked and off he went, cried, "Oh God!" and jumped on again. "Don't you ever fall off?" "Plenty."<|quote|>"Not you."</|quote|>T... | it along again." "All right." The new-comer had some notion of what to do, but his horse had none, and forces were equal. Concentrated on the ball, they somehow became fond of one another, and smiled when they drew rein to rest. Aziz liked soldiers they either accepted you or swore at you, which was preferable to the c... | and laughed. He advised them not to exert themselves. They promised they would not, and ran on. Riding into the middle, he began to knock the ball about. He could not play, but his pony could, and he set himself to learn, free from all human tension. He forgot the whole damned business of living as he scurried over the... | get over this," he told himself. "Most certainly my career is a failure, and my sons will be badly brought up." Since it was certain, he strove to avert it, and looked at some notes he had made on a case at the hospital. Perhaps some day a rich person might require this particular operation, and he gain a large sum. Th... | or a dozen heart-beats, so that the corpuscles of his blood rather than he seemed to decide which opinion he should hold, and for how long. It was so with all his opinions. Nothing stayed, nothing passed that did not return; the circulation was ceaseless and kept him young, and he mourned his wife the more sincerely be... | could live in his mind, not realizing that the very fact that we have loved the dead increases their unreality, and that the more passionately we invoke them the further they recede. A piece of brown cardboard and three children that was all that was left of his wife. It was unbearable, and he thought again, "How unhap... | A Passage To India |
They reined up again, the fire of good fellowship in their eyes. But it cooled with their bodies, for athletics can only raise a temporary glow. Nationality was returning, but before it could exert its poison they parted, saluting each other. | No speaker | fall off?" "Plenty." "Not you."<|quote|>They reined up again, the fire of good fellowship in their eyes. But it cooled with their bodies, for athletics can only raise a temporary glow. Nationality was returning, but before it could exert its poison they parted, saluting each other.</|quote|>"If only they were all | on again. "Don't you ever fall off?" "Plenty." "Not you."<|quote|>They reined up again, the fire of good fellowship in their eyes. But it cooled with their bodies, for athletics can only raise a temporary glow. Nationality was returning, but before it could exert its poison they parted, saluting each other.</|quote|>"I... | you, which was preferable to the civilian's hauteur and the subaltern liked anyone who could ride. "Often play?" he asked. "Never." "Let's have another chukker." As he hit, his horse bucked and off he went, cried, "Oh God!" and jumped on again. "Don't you ever fall off?" "Plenty." "Not you."<|quote|>They reined up agai... | again." "All right." The new-comer had some notion of what to do, but his horse had none, and forces were equal. Concentrated on the ball, they somehow became fond of one another, and smiled when they drew rein to rest. Aziz liked soldiers they either accepted you or swore at you, which was preferable to the civilian's... | He advised them not to exert themselves. They promised they would not, and ran on. Riding into the middle, he began to knock the ball about. He could not play, but his pony could, and he set himself to learn, free from all human tension. He forgot the whole damned business of living as he scurried over the brown platte... | this," he told himself. "Most certainly my career is a failure, and my sons will be badly brought up." Since it was certain, he strove to avert it, and looked at some notes he had made on a case at the hospital. Perhaps some day a rich person might require this particular operation, and he gain a large sum. The notes i... | dozen heart-beats, so that the corpuscles of his blood rather than he seemed to decide which opinion he should hold, and for how long. It was so with all his opinions. Nothing stayed, nothing passed that did not return; the circulation was ceaseless and kept him young, and he mourned his wife the more sincerely because... | on a case at the hospital. Perhaps some day a rich person might require this particular operation, and he gain a large sum. The notes interesting him on their own account, he locked the photograph up again. Its moment was over, and he did not think about his wife any more. After tea his spirits improved, and he went ro... | A Passage To India |
each thought. Now it was sunset. A few of his co-religionists had come to the Maidan, and were praying with their faces towards Mecca. A Brahminy Bull walked towards them, and Aziz, though disinclined to pray himself, did not see why they should be bothered with the clumsy and idolatrous animal. He gave it a tap with h... | No speaker | they were all like that,"<|quote|>each thought. Now it was sunset. A few of his co-religionists had come to the Maidan, and were praying with their faces towards Mecca. A Brahminy Bull walked towards them, and Aziz, though disinclined to pray himself, did not see why they should be bothered with the clumsy and idolatro... | saluting each other. "If only they were all like that,"<|quote|>each thought. Now it was sunset. A few of his co-religionists had come to the Maidan, and were praying with their faces towards Mecca. A Brahminy Bull walked towards them, and Aziz, though disinclined to pray himself, did not see why they should be bothere... | "Not you." They reined up again, the fire of good fellowship in their eyes. But it cooled with their bodies, for athletics can only raise a temporary glow. Nationality was returning, but before it could exert its poison they parted, saluting each other. "If only they were all like that,"<|quote|>each thought. Now it wa... | swore at you, which was preferable to the civilian's hauteur and the subaltern liked anyone who could ride. "Often play?" he asked. "Never." "Let's have another chukker." As he hit, his horse bucked and off he went, cried, "Oh God!" and jumped on again. "Don't you ever fall off?" "Plenty." "Not you." They reined up aga... | whole damned business of living as he scurried over the brown platter of the Maidan, with the evening wind on his forehead, and the encircling trees soothing his eyes. The ball shot away towards a stray subaltern who was also practising; he hit it back to Aziz and called, "Send it along again." "All right." The new-com... | might require this particular operation, and he gain a large sum. The notes interesting him on their own account, he locked the photograph up again. Its moment was over, and he did not think about his wife any more. After tea his spirits improved, and he went round to see Hamidullah. Hamidullah had gone to the party, b... | he mourned his wife the more sincerely because he mourned her seldom. It would have been simpler to tell Dr. Lal that he had changed his mind about the party, but until the last minute he did not know that he had changed it; indeed, he didn't change it, it changed itself. Unconquerable aversion welled. Mrs. Callendar, ... | saw. She had eluded him thus, ever since they had carried her to her tomb. He had known that she would pass from his hands and eyes, but had thought she could live in his mind, not realizing that the very fact that we have loved the dead increases their unreality, and that the more passionately we invoke them the furth... | A Passage To India |
"Dr. Aziz, Dr. Aziz, where you been? I waited ten full minutes' time at your house, then I went." | Dr. Panna Lal | distress from the Collector's party.<|quote|>"Dr. Aziz, Dr. Aziz, where you been? I waited ten full minutes' time at your house, then I went."</|quote|>"I am so awfully sorry | Panna Lal, returning in high distress from the Collector's party.<|quote|>"Dr. Aziz, Dr. Aziz, where you been? I waited ten full minutes' time at your house, then I went."</|quote|>"I am so awfully sorry I was compelled to go | to pray himself, did not see why they should be bothered with the clumsy and idolatrous animal. He gave it a tap with his polo mallet. As he did so, a voice from the road hailed him: it was Dr. Panna Lal, returning in high distress from the Collector's party.<|quote|>"Dr. Aziz, Dr. Aziz, where you been? I waited ten fu... | could exert its poison they parted, saluting each other. "If only they were all like that," each thought. Now it was sunset. A few of his co-religionists had come to the Maidan, and were praying with their faces towards Mecca. A Brahminy Bull walked towards them, and Aziz, though disinclined to pray himself, did not se... | and smiled when they drew rein to rest. Aziz liked soldiers they either accepted you or swore at you, which was preferable to the civilian's hauteur and the subaltern liked anyone who could ride. "Often play?" he asked. "Never." "Let's have another chukker." As he hit, his horse bucked and off he went, cried, "Oh God!"... | its rim, where some bazaar youths were training. Training for what? They would have found it hard to say, but the word had got into the air. Round they ran, weedy and knock-kneed the local physique was wretched with an expression on their faces not so much of determination as of a determination to be determined. "Mahar... | torturing him, they would mock him to their husbands. When he should have been ready, he stood at the Post Office, writing a telegram to his children, and found on his return that Dr. Lal had called for him, and gone on. Well, let him go on, as befitted the coarseness of his nature. For his own part, he would commune w... | was over, and he did not think about his wife any more. After tea his spirits improved, and he went round to see Hamidullah. Hamidullah had gone to the party, but his pony had not, so Aziz borrowed it, also his friend's riding breeches and polo mallet. He repaired to the Maidan. It was deserted except at its rim, where... | A Passage To India |
"I am so awfully sorry I was compelled to go to the Post Office." | Dr. Aziz | your house, then I went."<|quote|>"I am so awfully sorry I was compelled to go to the Post Office."</|quote|>One of his own circle | ten full minutes' time at your house, then I went."<|quote|>"I am so awfully sorry I was compelled to go to the Post Office."</|quote|>One of his own circle would have accepted this as | it a tap with his polo mallet. As he did so, a voice from the road hailed him: it was Dr. Panna Lal, returning in high distress from the Collector's party. "Dr. Aziz, Dr. Aziz, where you been? I waited ten full minutes' time at your house, then I went."<|quote|>"I am so awfully sorry I was compelled to go to the Post O... | it was sunset. A few of his co-religionists had come to the Maidan, and were praying with their faces towards Mecca. A Brahminy Bull walked towards them, and Aziz, though disinclined to pray himself, did not see why they should be bothered with the clumsy and idolatrous animal. He gave it a tap with his polo mallet. As... | which was preferable to the civilian's hauteur and the subaltern liked anyone who could ride. "Often play?" he asked. "Never." "Let's have another chukker." As he hit, his horse bucked and off he went, cried, "Oh God!" and jumped on again. "Don't you ever fall off?" "Plenty." "Not you." They reined up again, the fire o... | but the word had got into the air. Round they ran, weedy and knock-kneed the local physique was wretched with an expression on their faces not so much of determination as of a determination to be determined. "Maharajah, salaam," he called for a joke. The youths stopped and laughed. He advised them not to exert themselv... | Post Office, writing a telegram to his children, and found on his return that Dr. Lal had called for him, and gone on. Well, let him go on, as befitted the coarseness of his nature. For his own part, he would commune with the dead. And unlocking a drawer, he took out his wife's photograph. He gazed at it, and tears spo... | would have found it hard to say, but the word had got into the air. Round they ran, weedy and knock-kneed the local physique was wretched with an expression on their faces not so much of determination as of a determination to be determined. "Maharajah, salaam," he called for a joke. The youths stopped and laughed. He a... | A Passage To India |
One of his own circle would have accepted this as meaning that he had changed his mind, an event too common to merit censure. But Dr. Lal, being of low extraction, was not sure whether an insult had not been intended, and he was further annoyed because Aziz had buffeted the Brahminy Bull. | No speaker | go to the Post Office."<|quote|>One of his own circle would have accepted this as meaning that he had changed his mind, an event too common to merit censure. But Dr. Lal, being of low extraction, was not sure whether an insult had not been intended, and he was further annoyed because Aziz had buffeted the Brahminy Bull... | sorry I was compelled to go to the Post Office."<|quote|>One of his own circle would have accepted this as meaning that he had changed his mind, an event too common to merit censure. But Dr. Lal, being of low extraction, was not sure whether an insult had not been intended, and he was further annoyed because Aziz had b... | the road hailed him: it was Dr. Panna Lal, returning in high distress from the Collector's party. "Dr. Aziz, Dr. Aziz, where you been? I waited ten full minutes' time at your house, then I went." "I am so awfully sorry I was compelled to go to the Post Office."<|quote|>One of his own circle would have accepted this as ... | were praying with their faces towards Mecca. A Brahminy Bull walked towards them, and Aziz, though disinclined to pray himself, did not see why they should be bothered with the clumsy and idolatrous animal. He gave it a tap with his polo mallet. As he did so, a voice from the road hailed him: it was Dr. Panna Lal, retu... | ride. "Often play?" he asked. "Never." "Let's have another chukker." As he hit, his horse bucked and off he went, cried, "Oh God!" and jumped on again. "Don't you ever fall off?" "Plenty." "Not you." They reined up again, the fire of good fellowship in their eyes. But it cooled with their bodies, for athletics can only... | the local physique was wretched with an expression on their faces not so much of determination as of a determination to be determined. "Maharajah, salaam," he called for a joke. The youths stopped and laughed. He advised them not to exert themselves. They promised they would not, and ran on. Riding into the middle, he ... | Dr. Lal had called for him, and gone on. Well, let him go on, as befitted the coarseness of his nature. For his own part, he would commune with the dead. And unlocking a drawer, he took out his wife's photograph. He gazed at it, and tears spouted from his eyes. He thought, "How unhappy I am!" But because he really was ... | did not think about his wife any more. After tea his spirits improved, and he went round to see Hamidullah. Hamidullah had gone to the party, but his pony had not, so Aziz borrowed it, also his friend's riding breeches and polo mallet. He repaired to the Maidan. It was deserted except at its rim, where some bazaar yout... | A Passage To India |
"Post Office? Do you not send your servants?" | Dr. Panna Lal | had buffeted the Brahminy Bull.<|quote|>"Post Office? Do you not send your servants?"</|quote|>he said. "I have so | was further annoyed because Aziz had buffeted the Brahminy Bull.<|quote|>"Post Office? Do you not send your servants?"</|quote|>he said. "I have so few my scale is very | own circle would have accepted this as meaning that he had changed his mind, an event too common to merit censure. But Dr. Lal, being of low extraction, was not sure whether an insult had not been intended, and he was further annoyed because Aziz had buffeted the Brahminy Bull.<|quote|>"Post Office? Do you not send you... | him: it was Dr. Panna Lal, returning in high distress from the Collector's party. "Dr. Aziz, Dr. Aziz, where you been? I waited ten full minutes' time at your house, then I went." "I am so awfully sorry I was compelled to go to the Post Office." One of his own circle would have accepted this as meaning that he had chan... | for athletics can only raise a temporary glow. Nationality was returning, but before it could exert its poison they parted, saluting each other. "If only they were all like that," each thought. Now it was sunset. A few of his co-religionists had come to the Maidan, and were praying with their faces towards Mecca. A Bra... | middle, he began to knock the ball about. He could not play, but his pony could, and he set himself to learn, free from all human tension. He forgot the whole damned business of living as he scurried over the brown platter of the Maidan, with the evening wind on his forehead, and the encircling trees soothing his eyes.... | "How unhappy I am!" But because he really was unhappy, another emotion soon mingled with his self-pity: he desired to remember his wife and could not. Why could he remember people whom he did not love? They were always so vivid to him, whereas the more he looked at this photograph, the less he saw. She had eluded him t... | began to knock the ball about. He could not play, but his pony could, and he set himself to learn, free from all human tension. He forgot the whole damned business of living as he scurried over the brown platter of the Maidan, with the evening wind on his forehead, and the encircling trees soothing his eyes. The ball s... | A Passage To India |
he said. | No speaker | you not send your servants?"<|quote|>he said.</|quote|>"I have so few my | Brahminy Bull. "Post Office? Do you not send your servants?"<|quote|>he said.</|quote|>"I have so few my scale is very small." "Your | that he had changed his mind, an event too common to merit censure. But Dr. Lal, being of low extraction, was not sure whether an insult had not been intended, and he was further annoyed because Aziz had buffeted the Brahminy Bull. "Post Office? Do you not send your servants?"<|quote|>he said.</|quote|>"I have so few m... | high distress from the Collector's party. "Dr. Aziz, Dr. Aziz, where you been? I waited ten full minutes' time at your house, then I went." "I am so awfully sorry I was compelled to go to the Post Office." One of his own circle would have accepted this as meaning that he had changed his mind, an event too common to mer... | Nationality was returning, but before it could exert its poison they parted, saluting each other. "If only they were all like that," each thought. Now it was sunset. A few of his co-religionists had come to the Maidan, and were praying with their faces towards Mecca. A Brahminy Bull walked towards them, and Aziz, thoug... | He could not play, but his pony could, and he set himself to learn, free from all human tension. He forgot the whole damned business of living as he scurried over the brown platter of the Maidan, with the evening wind on his forehead, and the encircling trees soothing his eyes. The ball shot away towards a stray subalt... | was unhappy, another emotion soon mingled with his self-pity: he desired to remember his wife and could not. Why could he remember people whom he did not love? They were always so vivid to him, whereas the more he looked at this photograph, the less he saw. She had eluded him thus, ever since they had carried her to he... | locked the photograph up again. Its moment was over, and he did not think about his wife any more. After tea his spirits improved, and he went round to see Hamidullah. Hamidullah had gone to the party, but his pony had not, so Aziz borrowed it, also his friend's riding breeches and polo mallet. He repaired to the Maida... | A Passage To India |
"I have so few my scale is very small." | Dr. Aziz | send your servants?" he said.<|quote|>"I have so few my scale is very small."</|quote|>"Your servant spoke to me. | "Post Office? Do you not send your servants?" he said.<|quote|>"I have so few my scale is very small."</|quote|>"Your servant spoke to me. I saw your servant." "But, | had changed his mind, an event too common to merit censure. But Dr. Lal, being of low extraction, was not sure whether an insult had not been intended, and he was further annoyed because Aziz had buffeted the Brahminy Bull. "Post Office? Do you not send your servants?" he said.<|quote|>"I have so few my scale is very s... | from the Collector's party. "Dr. Aziz, Dr. Aziz, where you been? I waited ten full minutes' time at your house, then I went." "I am so awfully sorry I was compelled to go to the Post Office." One of his own circle would have accepted this as meaning that he had changed his mind, an event too common to merit censure. Bu... | returning, but before it could exert its poison they parted, saluting each other. "If only they were all like that," each thought. Now it was sunset. A few of his co-religionists had come to the Maidan, and were praying with their faces towards Mecca. A Brahminy Bull walked towards them, and Aziz, though disinclined to... | not play, but his pony could, and he set himself to learn, free from all human tension. He forgot the whole damned business of living as he scurried over the brown platter of the Maidan, with the evening wind on his forehead, and the encircling trees soothing his eyes. The ball shot away towards a stray subaltern who w... | another emotion soon mingled with his self-pity: he desired to remember his wife and could not. Why could he remember people whom he did not love? They were always so vivid to him, whereas the more he looked at this photograph, the less he saw. She had eluded him thus, ever since they had carried her to her tomb. He ha... | cooled with their bodies, for athletics can only raise a temporary glow. Nationality was returning, but before it could exert its poison they parted, saluting each other. "If only they were all like that," each thought. Now it was sunset. A few of his co-religionists had come to the Maidan, and were praying with their ... | A Passage To India |
"Your servant spoke to me. I saw your servant." | Dr. Panna Lal | my scale is very small."<|quote|>"Your servant spoke to me. I saw your servant."</|quote|>"But, Dr. Lal, consider. How | said. "I have so few my scale is very small."<|quote|>"Your servant spoke to me. I saw your servant."</|quote|>"But, Dr. Lal, consider. How could I send my servant | merit censure. But Dr. Lal, being of low extraction, was not sure whether an insult had not been intended, and he was further annoyed because Aziz had buffeted the Brahminy Bull. "Post Office? Do you not send your servants?" he said. "I have so few my scale is very small."<|quote|>"Your servant spoke to me. I saw your ... | you been? I waited ten full minutes' time at your house, then I went." "I am so awfully sorry I was compelled to go to the Post Office." One of his own circle would have accepted this as meaning that he had changed his mind, an event too common to merit censure. But Dr. Lal, being of low extraction, was not sure whethe... | parted, saluting each other. "If only they were all like that," each thought. Now it was sunset. A few of his co-religionists had come to the Maidan, and were praying with their faces towards Mecca. A Brahminy Bull walked towards them, and Aziz, though disinclined to pray himself, did not see why they should be bothere... | himself to learn, free from all human tension. He forgot the whole damned business of living as he scurried over the brown platter of the Maidan, with the evening wind on his forehead, and the encircling trees soothing his eyes. The ball shot away towards a stray subaltern who was also practising; he hit it back to Azi... | to remember his wife and could not. Why could he remember people whom he did not love? They were always so vivid to him, whereas the more he looked at this photograph, the less he saw. She had eluded him thus, ever since they had carried her to her tomb. He had known that she would pass from his hands and eyes, but had... | think about his wife any more. After tea his spirits improved, and he went round to see Hamidullah. Hamidullah had gone to the party, but his pony had not, so Aziz borrowed it, also his friend's riding breeches and polo mallet. He repaired to the Maidan. It was deserted except at its rim, where some bazaar youths were ... | A Passage To India |
"But, Dr. Lal, consider. How could I send my servant when you were coming: you come, we go, my house is left alone, my servant comes back perhaps, and all my portable property has been carried away by bad characters in the meantime. Would you have that? The cook is deaf I can never count on my cook and the boy is only ... | Dr. Aziz | me. I saw your servant."<|quote|>"But, Dr. Lal, consider. How could I send my servant when you were coming: you come, we go, my house is left alone, my servant comes back perhaps, and all my portable property has been carried away by bad characters in the meantime. Would you have that? The cook is deaf I can never coun... | small." "Your servant spoke to me. I saw your servant."<|quote|>"But, Dr. Lal, consider. How could I send my servant when you were coming: you come, we go, my house is left alone, my servant comes back perhaps, and all my portable property has been carried away by bad characters in the meantime. Would you have that? Th... | was not sure whether an insult had not been intended, and he was further annoyed because Aziz had buffeted the Brahminy Bull. "Post Office? Do you not send your servants?" he said. "I have so few my scale is very small." "Your servant spoke to me. I saw your servant."<|quote|>"But, Dr. Lal, consider. How could I send m... | your house, then I went." "I am so awfully sorry I was compelled to go to the Post Office." One of his own circle would have accepted this as meaning that he had changed his mind, an event too common to merit censure. But Dr. Lal, being of low extraction, was not sure whether an insult had not been intended, and he was... | like that," each thought. Now it was sunset. A few of his co-religionists had come to the Maidan, and were praying with their faces towards Mecca. A Brahminy Bull walked towards them, and Aziz, though disinclined to pray himself, did not see why they should be bothered with the clumsy and idolatrous animal. He gave it ... | forgot the whole damned business of living as he scurried over the brown platter of the Maidan, with the evening wind on his forehead, and the encircling trees soothing his eyes. The ball shot away towards a stray subaltern who was also practising; he hit it back to Aziz and called, "Send it along again." "All right." ... | he remember people whom he did not love? They were always so vivid to him, whereas the more he looked at this photograph, the less he saw. She had eluded him thus, ever since they had carried her to her tomb. He had known that she would pass from his hands and eyes, but had thought she could live in his mind, not reali... | eyes. But it cooled with their bodies, for athletics can only raise a temporary glow. Nationality was returning, but before it could exert its poison they parted, saluting each other. "If only they were all like that," each thought. Now it was sunset. A few of his co-religionists had come to the Maidan, and were prayin... | A Passage To India |
He said all this and much more out of civility, to save Dr. Lal's face. It was not offered as truth and should not have been criticized as such. But the other demolished it an easy and ignoble task. | No speaker | It is my fixed rule."<|quote|>He said all this and much more out of civility, to save Dr. Lal's face. It was not offered as truth and should not have been criticized as such. But the other demolished it an easy and ignoble task.</|quote|>"Even if this so, what | at the same time together. It is my fixed rule."<|quote|>He said all this and much more out of civility, to save Dr. Lal's face. It was not offered as truth and should not have been criticized as such. But the other demolished it an easy and ignoble task.</|quote|>"Even if this so, what prevents leaving a chit saying | carried away by bad characters in the meantime. Would you have that? The cook is deaf I can never count on my cook and the boy is only a little boy. Never, never do I and Hassan leave the house at the same time together. It is my fixed rule."<|quote|>He said all this and much more out of civility, to save Dr. Lal's fac... | few my scale is very small." "Your servant spoke to me. I saw your servant." "But, Dr. Lal, consider. How could I send my servant when you were coming: you come, we go, my house is left alone, my servant comes back perhaps, and all my portable property has been carried away by bad characters in the meantime. Would you ... | party. "Dr. Aziz, Dr. Aziz, where you been? I waited ten full minutes' time at your house, then I went." "I am so awfully sorry I was compelled to go to the Post Office." One of his own circle would have accepted this as meaning that he had changed his mind, an event too common to merit censure. But Dr. Lal, being of l... | another, and smiled when they drew rein to rest. Aziz liked soldiers they either accepted you or swore at you, which was preferable to the civilian's hauteur and the subaltern liked anyone who could ride. "Often play?" he asked. "Never." "Let's have another chukker." As he hit, his horse bucked and off he went, cried, ... | the further they recede. A piece of brown cardboard and three children that was all that was left of his wife. It was unbearable, and he thought again, "How unhappy I am!" and became happier. He had breathed for an instant the mortal air that surrounds Orientals and all men, and he drew back from it with a gasp, for he... | on their faces not so much of determination as of a determination to be determined. "Maharajah, salaam," he called for a joke. The youths stopped and laughed. He advised them not to exert themselves. They promised they would not, and ran on. Riding into the middle, he began to knock the ball about. He could not play, b... | A Passage To India |
"Even if this so, what prevents leaving a chit saying where you go?" | Dr. Panna Lal | an easy and ignoble task.<|quote|>"Even if this so, what prevents leaving a chit saying where you go?"</|quote|>and so on. Aziz detested | But the other demolished it an easy and ignoble task.<|quote|>"Even if this so, what prevents leaving a chit saying where you go?"</|quote|>and so on. Aziz detested ill breeding, and made his | house at the same time together. It is my fixed rule." He said all this and much more out of civility, to save Dr. Lal's face. It was not offered as truth and should not have been criticized as such. But the other demolished it an easy and ignoble task.<|quote|>"Even if this so, what prevents leaving a chit saying wher... | servant comes back perhaps, and all my portable property has been carried away by bad characters in the meantime. Would you have that? The cook is deaf I can never count on my cook and the boy is only a little boy. Never, never do I and Hassan leave the house at the same time together. It is my fixed rule." He said all... | would have accepted this as meaning that he had changed his mind, an event too common to merit censure. But Dr. Lal, being of low extraction, was not sure whether an insult had not been intended, and he was further annoyed because Aziz had buffeted the Brahminy Bull. "Post Office? Do you not send your servants?" he sai... | "Never." "Let's have another chukker." As he hit, his horse bucked and off he went, cried, "Oh God!" and jumped on again. "Don't you ever fall off?" "Plenty." "Not you." They reined up again, the fire of good fellowship in their eyes. But it cooled with their bodies, for athletics can only raise a temporary glow. Natio... | an instant the mortal air that surrounds Orientals and all men, and he drew back from it with a gasp, for he was young. "Never, never shall I get over this," he told himself. "Most certainly my career is a failure, and my sons will be badly brought up." Since it was certain, he strove to avert it, and looked at some no... | "I am so awfully sorry I was compelled to go to the Post Office." One of his own circle would have accepted this as meaning that he had changed his mind, an event too common to merit censure. But Dr. Lal, being of low extraction, was not sure whether an insult had not been intended, and he was further annoyed because A... | A Passage To India |
and so on. Aziz detested ill breeding, and made his pony caper. | No speaker | chit saying where you go?"<|quote|>and so on. Aziz detested ill breeding, and made his pony caper.</|quote|>"Farther away, or mine will | so, what prevents leaving a chit saying where you go?"<|quote|>and so on. Aziz detested ill breeding, and made his pony caper.</|quote|>"Farther away, or mine will start out of sympathy," he | all this and much more out of civility, to save Dr. Lal's face. It was not offered as truth and should not have been criticized as such. But the other demolished it an easy and ignoble task. "Even if this so, what prevents leaving a chit saying where you go?"<|quote|>and so on. Aziz detested ill breeding, and made his ... | by bad characters in the meantime. Would you have that? The cook is deaf I can never count on my cook and the boy is only a little boy. Never, never do I and Hassan leave the house at the same time together. It is my fixed rule." He said all this and much more out of civility, to save Dr. Lal's face. It was not offered... | event too common to merit censure. But Dr. Lal, being of low extraction, was not sure whether an insult had not been intended, and he was further annoyed because Aziz had buffeted the Brahminy Bull. "Post Office? Do you not send your servants?" he said. "I have so few my scale is very small." "Your servant spoke to me.... | he went, cried, "Oh God!" and jumped on again. "Don't you ever fall off?" "Plenty." "Not you." They reined up again, the fire of good fellowship in their eyes. But it cooled with their bodies, for athletics can only raise a temporary glow. Nationality was returning, but before it could exert its poison they parted, sal... | drew back from it with a gasp, for he was young. "Never, never shall I get over this," he told himself. "Most certainly my career is a failure, and my sons will be badly brought up." Since it was certain, he strove to avert it, and looked at some notes he had made on a case at the hospital. Perhaps some day a rich pers... | then I went." "I am so awfully sorry I was compelled to go to the Post Office." One of his own circle would have accepted this as meaning that he had changed his mind, an event too common to merit censure. But Dr. Lal, being of low extraction, was not sure whether an insult had not been intended, and he was further ann... | A Passage To India |
"Farther away, or mine will start out of sympathy," | Dr. Panna Lal | and made his pony caper.<|quote|>"Farther away, or mine will start out of sympathy,"</|quote|>he wailed, revealing the true | on. Aziz detested ill breeding, and made his pony caper.<|quote|>"Farther away, or mine will start out of sympathy,"</|quote|>he wailed, revealing the true source of his irritation. "It | face. It was not offered as truth and should not have been criticized as such. But the other demolished it an easy and ignoble task. "Even if this so, what prevents leaving a chit saying where you go?" and so on. Aziz detested ill breeding, and made his pony caper.<|quote|>"Farther away, or mine will start out of sympa... | is deaf I can never count on my cook and the boy is only a little boy. Never, never do I and Hassan leave the house at the same time together. It is my fixed rule." He said all this and much more out of civility, to save Dr. Lal's face. It was not offered as truth and should not have been criticized as such. But the ot... | extraction, was not sure whether an insult had not been intended, and he was further annoyed because Aziz had buffeted the Brahminy Bull. "Post Office? Do you not send your servants?" he said. "I have so few my scale is very small." "Your servant spoke to me. I saw your servant." "But, Dr. Lal, consider. How could I se... | fall off?" "Plenty." "Not you." They reined up again, the fire of good fellowship in their eyes. But it cooled with their bodies, for athletics can only raise a temporary glow. Nationality was returning, but before it could exert its poison they parted, saluting each other. "If only they were all like that," each thoug... | never shall I get over this," he told himself. "Most certainly my career is a failure, and my sons will be badly brought up." Since it was certain, he strove to avert it, and looked at some notes he had made on a case at the hospital. Perhaps some day a rich person might require this particular operation, and he gain a... | smiled when they drew rein to rest. Aziz liked soldiers they either accepted you or swore at you, which was preferable to the civilian's hauteur and the subaltern liked anyone who could ride. "Often play?" he asked. "Never." "Let's have another chukker." As he hit, his horse bucked and off he went, cried, "Oh God!" and... | A Passage To India |
he wailed, revealing the true source of his irritation. | No speaker | will start out of sympathy,"<|quote|>he wailed, revealing the true source of his irritation.</|quote|>"It has been so rough | caper. "Farther away, or mine will start out of sympathy,"<|quote|>he wailed, revealing the true source of his irritation.</|quote|>"It has been so rough and wild this afternoon. It | not have been criticized as such. But the other demolished it an easy and ignoble task. "Even if this so, what prevents leaving a chit saying where you go?" and so on. Aziz detested ill breeding, and made his pony caper. "Farther away, or mine will start out of sympathy,"<|quote|>he wailed, revealing the true source of... | and the boy is only a little boy. Never, never do I and Hassan leave the house at the same time together. It is my fixed rule." He said all this and much more out of civility, to save Dr. Lal's face. It was not offered as truth and should not have been criticized as such. But the other demolished it an easy and ignoble... | been intended, and he was further annoyed because Aziz had buffeted the Brahminy Bull. "Post Office? Do you not send your servants?" he said. "I have so few my scale is very small." "Your servant spoke to me. I saw your servant." "But, Dr. Lal, consider. How could I send my servant when you were coming: you come, we go... | the fire of good fellowship in their eyes. But it cooled with their bodies, for athletics can only raise a temporary glow. Nationality was returning, but before it could exert its poison they parted, saluting each other. "If only they were all like that," each thought. Now it was sunset. A few of his co-religionists ha... | "Most certainly my career is a failure, and my sons will be badly brought up." Since it was certain, he strove to avert it, and looked at some notes he had made on a case at the hospital. Perhaps some day a rich person might require this particular operation, and he gain a large sum. The notes interesting him on their ... | could, and he set himself to learn, free from all human tension. He forgot the whole damned business of living as he scurried over the brown platter of the Maidan, with the evening wind on his forehead, and the encircling trees soothing his eyes. The ball shot away towards a stray subaltern who was also practising; he ... | A Passage To India |
"It has been so rough and wild this afternoon. It spoiled some most valuable blossoms in the club garden, and had to be dragged back by four men. English ladies and gentlemen looking on, and the Collector Sahib himself taking a note. But, Dr. Aziz, I'll not take up your valuable time. This will not interest you, who ha... | Dr. Panna Lal | true source of his irritation.<|quote|>"It has been so rough and wild this afternoon. It spoiled some most valuable blossoms in the club garden, and had to be dragged back by four men. English ladies and gentlemen looking on, and the Collector Sahib himself taking a note. But, Dr. Aziz, I'll not take up your valuable t... | sympathy," he wailed, revealing the true source of his irritation.<|quote|>"It has been so rough and wild this afternoon. It spoiled some most valuable blossoms in the club garden, and had to be dragged back by four men. English ladies and gentlemen looking on, and the Collector Sahib himself taking a note. But, Dr. Az... | demolished it an easy and ignoble task. "Even if this so, what prevents leaving a chit saying where you go?" and so on. Aziz detested ill breeding, and made his pony caper. "Farther away, or mine will start out of sympathy," he wailed, revealing the true source of his irritation.<|quote|>"It has been so rough and wild ... | never do I and Hassan leave the house at the same time together. It is my fixed rule." He said all this and much more out of civility, to save Dr. Lal's face. It was not offered as truth and should not have been criticized as such. But the other demolished it an easy and ignoble task. "Even if this so, what prevents le... | had buffeted the Brahminy Bull. "Post Office? Do you not send your servants?" he said. "I have so few my scale is very small." "Your servant spoke to me. I saw your servant." "But, Dr. Lal, consider. How could I send my servant when you were coming: you come, we go, my house is left alone, my servant comes back perhaps... | it cooled with their bodies, for athletics can only raise a temporary glow. Nationality was returning, but before it could exert its poison they parted, saluting each other. "If only they were all like that," each thought. Now it was sunset. A few of his co-religionists had come to the Maidan, and were praying with the... | sons will be badly brought up." Since it was certain, he strove to avert it, and looked at some notes he had made on a case at the hospital. Perhaps some day a rich person might require this particular operation, and he gain a large sum. The notes interesting him on their own account, he locked the photograph up again.... | equal. Concentrated on the ball, they somehow became fond of one another, and smiled when they drew rein to rest. Aziz liked soldiers they either accepted you or swore at you, which was preferable to the civilian's hauteur and the subaltern liked anyone who could ride. "Often play?" he asked. "Never." "Let's have anoth... | A Passage To India |
"They can damn well comment." | Dr. Aziz | I may remark, drew commentaries."<|quote|>"They can damn well comment."</|quote|>"It is fine to be | I was asked. Your absence, I may remark, drew commentaries."<|quote|>"They can damn well comment."</|quote|>"It is fine to be young. Damn well! Oh, very | Aziz, I'll not take up your valuable time. This will not interest you, who have so many engagements and telegrams. I am just a poor old doctor who thought right to pay my respects when I was asked and where I was asked. Your absence, I may remark, drew commentaries."<|quote|>"They can damn well comment."</|quote|>"It i... | the true source of his irritation. "It has been so rough and wild this afternoon. It spoiled some most valuable blossoms in the club garden, and had to be dragged back by four men. English ladies and gentlemen looking on, and the Collector Sahib himself taking a note. But, Dr. Aziz, I'll not take up your valuable time.... | is only a little boy. Never, never do I and Hassan leave the house at the same time together. It is my fixed rule." He said all this and much more out of civility, to save Dr. Lal's face. It was not offered as truth and should not have been criticized as such. But the other demolished it an easy and ignoble task. "Even... | mallet. As he did so, a voice from the road hailed him: it was Dr. Panna Lal, returning in high distress from the Collector's party. "Dr. Aziz, Dr. Aziz, where you been? I waited ten full minutes' time at your house, then I went." "I am so awfully sorry I was compelled to go to the Post Office." One of his own circle w... | pony had not, so Aziz borrowed it, also his friend's riding breeches and polo mallet. He repaired to the Maidan. It was deserted except at its rim, where some bazaar youths were training. Training for what? They would have found it hard to say, but the word had got into the air. Round they ran, weedy and knock-kneed th... | bothered with the clumsy and idolatrous animal. He gave it a tap with his polo mallet. As he did so, a voice from the road hailed him: it was Dr. Panna Lal, returning in high distress from the Collector's party. "Dr. Aziz, Dr. Aziz, where you been? I waited ten full minutes' time at your house, then I went." "I am so a... | A Passage To India |
"It is fine to be young. Damn well! Oh, very fine. Damn whom?" | Dr. Panna Lal | "They can damn well comment."<|quote|>"It is fine to be young. Damn well! Oh, very fine. Damn whom?"</|quote|>"I go or not as | I may remark, drew commentaries." "They can damn well comment."<|quote|>"It is fine to be young. Damn well! Oh, very fine. Damn whom?"</|quote|>"I go or not as I please." "Yet you promise | your valuable time. This will not interest you, who have so many engagements and telegrams. I am just a poor old doctor who thought right to pay my respects when I was asked and where I was asked. Your absence, I may remark, drew commentaries." "They can damn well comment."<|quote|>"It is fine to be young. Damn well! O... | irritation. "It has been so rough and wild this afternoon. It spoiled some most valuable blossoms in the club garden, and had to be dragged back by four men. English ladies and gentlemen looking on, and the Collector Sahib himself taking a note. But, Dr. Aziz, I'll not take up your valuable time. This will not interest... | Never, never do I and Hassan leave the house at the same time together. It is my fixed rule." He said all this and much more out of civility, to save Dr. Lal's face. It was not offered as truth and should not have been criticized as such. But the other demolished it an easy and ignoble task. "Even if this so, what prev... | a voice from the road hailed him: it was Dr. Panna Lal, returning in high distress from the Collector's party. "Dr. Aziz, Dr. Aziz, where you been? I waited ten full minutes' time at your house, then I went." "I am so awfully sorry I was compelled to go to the Post Office." One of his own circle would have accepted thi... | borrowed it, also his friend's riding breeches and polo mallet. He repaired to the Maidan. It was deserted except at its rim, where some bazaar youths were training. Training for what? They would have found it hard to say, but the word had got into the air. Round they ran, weedy and knock-kneed the local physique was w... | Dr. Panna Lal, returning in high distress from the Collector's party. "Dr. Aziz, Dr. Aziz, where you been? I waited ten full minutes' time at your house, then I went." "I am so awfully sorry I was compelled to go to the Post Office." One of his own circle would have accepted this as meaning that he had changed his mind... | A Passage To India |
"I go or not as I please." | Dr. Aziz | Oh, very fine. Damn whom?"<|quote|>"I go or not as I please."</|quote|>"Yet you promise me, and | to be young. Damn well! Oh, very fine. Damn whom?"<|quote|>"I go or not as I please."</|quote|>"Yet you promise me, and then fabricate this tale of | and telegrams. I am just a poor old doctor who thought right to pay my respects when I was asked and where I was asked. Your absence, I may remark, drew commentaries." "They can damn well comment." "It is fine to be young. Damn well! Oh, very fine. Damn whom?"<|quote|>"I go or not as I please."</|quote|>"Yet you promis... | most valuable blossoms in the club garden, and had to be dragged back by four men. English ladies and gentlemen looking on, and the Collector Sahib himself taking a note. But, Dr. Aziz, I'll not take up your valuable time. This will not interest you, who have so many engagements and telegrams. I am just a poor old doct... | together. It is my fixed rule." He said all this and much more out of civility, to save Dr. Lal's face. It was not offered as truth and should not have been criticized as such. But the other demolished it an easy and ignoble task. "Even if this so, what prevents leaving a chit saying where you go?" and so on. Aziz dete... | in high distress from the Collector's party. "Dr. Aziz, Dr. Aziz, where you been? I waited ten full minutes' time at your house, then I went." "I am so awfully sorry I was compelled to go to the Post Office." One of his own circle would have accepted this as meaning that he had changed his mind, an event too common to ... | the Maidan. It was deserted except at its rim, where some bazaar youths were training. Training for what? They would have found it hard to say, but the word had got into the air. Round they ran, weedy and knock-kneed the local physique was wretched with an expression on their faces not so much of determination as of a ... | Office." One of his own circle would have accepted this as meaning that he had changed his mind, an event too common to merit censure. But Dr. Lal, being of low extraction, was not sure whether an insult had not been intended, and he was further annoyed because Aziz had buffeted the Brahminy Bull. "Post Office? Do you ... | A Passage To India |
"Yet you promise me, and then fabricate this tale of a telegram. Go forward, Dapple." | Dr. Panna Lal | or not as I please."<|quote|>"Yet you promise me, and then fabricate this tale of a telegram. Go forward, Dapple."</|quote|>They went, and Aziz had | fine. Damn whom?" "I go or not as I please."<|quote|>"Yet you promise me, and then fabricate this tale of a telegram. Go forward, Dapple."</|quote|>They went, and Aziz had a wild desire to make | old doctor who thought right to pay my respects when I was asked and where I was asked. Your absence, I may remark, drew commentaries." "They can damn well comment." "It is fine to be young. Damn well! Oh, very fine. Damn whom?" "I go or not as I please."<|quote|>"Yet you promise me, and then fabricate this tale of a t... | and had to be dragged back by four men. English ladies and gentlemen looking on, and the Collector Sahib himself taking a note. But, Dr. Aziz, I'll not take up your valuable time. This will not interest you, who have so many engagements and telegrams. I am just a poor old doctor who thought right to pay my respects whe... | said all this and much more out of civility, to save Dr. Lal's face. It was not offered as truth and should not have been criticized as such. But the other demolished it an easy and ignoble task. "Even if this so, what prevents leaving a chit saying where you go?" and so on. Aziz detested ill breeding, and made his pon... | "Dr. Aziz, Dr. Aziz, where you been? I waited ten full minutes' time at your house, then I went." "I am so awfully sorry I was compelled to go to the Post Office." One of his own circle would have accepted this as meaning that he had changed his mind, an event too common to merit censure. But Dr. Lal, being of low extr... | its rim, where some bazaar youths were training. Training for what? They would have found it hard to say, but the word had got into the air. Round they ran, weedy and knock-kneed the local physique was wretched with an expression on their faces not so much of determination as of a determination to be determined. "Mahar... | with their faces towards Mecca. A Brahminy Bull walked towards them, and Aziz, though disinclined to pray himself, did not see why they should be bothered with the clumsy and idolatrous animal. He gave it a tap with his polo mallet. As he did so, a voice from the road hailed him: it was Dr. Panna Lal, returning in high... | A Passage To India |
They went, and Aziz had a wild desire to make an enemy for life. He could do it so easily by galloping near them. He did it. Dapple bolted. He thundered back on to the Maidan. The glory of his play with the subaltern remained for a little, he galloped and swooped till he poured with sweat, and until he returned the pon... | No speaker | a telegram. Go forward, Dapple."<|quote|>They went, and Aziz had a wild desire to make an enemy for life. He could do it so easily by galloping near them. He did it. Dapple bolted. He thundered back on to the Maidan. The glory of his play with the subaltern remained for a little, he galloped and swooped till he poured ... | then fabricate this tale of a telegram. Go forward, Dapple."<|quote|>They went, and Aziz had a wild desire to make an enemy for life. He could do it so easily by galloping near them. He did it. Dapple bolted. He thundered back on to the Maidan. The glory of his play with the subaltern remained for a little, he galloped... | I was asked. Your absence, I may remark, drew commentaries." "They can damn well comment." "It is fine to be young. Damn well! Oh, very fine. Damn whom?" "I go or not as I please." "Yet you promise me, and then fabricate this tale of a telegram. Go forward, Dapple."<|quote|>They went, and Aziz had a wild desire to make... | and the Collector Sahib himself taking a note. But, Dr. Aziz, I'll not take up your valuable time. This will not interest you, who have so many engagements and telegrams. I am just a poor old doctor who thought right to pay my respects when I was asked and where I was asked. Your absence, I may remark, drew commentarie... | was not offered as truth and should not have been criticized as such. But the other demolished it an easy and ignoble task. "Even if this so, what prevents leaving a chit saying where you go?" and so on. Aziz detested ill breeding, and made his pony caper. "Farther away, or mine will start out of sympathy," he wailed, ... | house, then I went." "I am so awfully sorry I was compelled to go to the Post Office." One of his own circle would have accepted this as meaning that he had changed his mind, an event too common to merit censure. But Dr. Lal, being of low extraction, was not sure whether an insult had not been intended, and he was furt... | it hard to say, but the word had got into the air. Round they ran, weedy and knock-kneed the local physique was wretched with an expression on their faces not so much of determination as of a determination to be determined. "Maharajah, salaam," he called for a joke. The youths stopped and laughed. He advised them not t... | in their eyes. But it cooled with their bodies, for athletics can only raise a temporary glow. Nationality was returning, but before it could exert its poison they parted, saluting each other. "If only they were all like that," each thought. Now it was sunset. A few of his co-religionists had come to the Maidan, and we... | A Passage To India |
"Please make yourself at home." | Cyril Fielding | he shouted from the bedroom,<|quote|>"Please make yourself at home."</|quote|>The remark was unpremeditated, like | announced. Lifting up his voice, he shouted from the bedroom,<|quote|>"Please make yourself at home."</|quote|>The remark was unpremeditated, like most of his actions; it | College itself had been slapped down by the Public Works Department, but its grounds included an ancient garden and a garden-house, and here he lived for much of the year. He was dressing after a bath when Dr. Aziz was announced. Lifting up his voice, he shouted from the bedroom,<|quote|>"Please make yourself at home."... | Englishwoman entered the College except for official functions, and if he invited Mrs. Moore and Miss Quested to tea, it was because they were new-comers who would view everything with an equal if superficial eye, and would not turn on a special voice when speaking to his other guests. The College itself had been slapp... | go. This was true. He had discovered that it is possible to keep in with Indians and Englishmen, but that he who would also keep in with Englishwomen must drop the Indians. The two wouldn't combine. Useless to blame either party, useless to blame them for blaming one another. It just was so, and one had to choose. Most... | flourish. The remark that did him most harm at the club was a silly aside to the effect that the so-called white races are really pinko-grey. He only said this to be cheery, he did not realize that "white" has no more to do with a colour than "God save the King" with a god, and that it is the height of impropriety to c... | to be the first or to become the second. New impressions crowded on him, but they were not the orthodox new impressions; the past conditioned them, and so it was with his mistakes. To regard an Indian as if he were an Italian is not, for instance, a common error, nor perhaps a fatal one, and Fielding often attempted an... | he communicated it to the rest of the herd. Still, the men tolerated him for the sake of his good heart and strong body; it was their wives who decided that he was not a sahib really. They disliked him. He took no notice of them, and this, which would have passed without comment in feminist England, did him harm in a c... | A Passage To India |
The remark was unpremeditated, like most of his actions; it was what he felt inclined to say. To Aziz it had a very definite meaning. | No speaker | "Please make yourself at home."<|quote|>The remark was unpremeditated, like most of his actions; it was what he felt inclined to say. To Aziz it had a very definite meaning.</|quote|>"May I really, Mr. Fielding? | he shouted from the bedroom, "Please make yourself at home."<|quote|>The remark was unpremeditated, like most of his actions; it was what he felt inclined to say. To Aziz it had a very definite meaning.</|quote|>"May I really, Mr. Fielding? It's very good of you," | down by the Public Works Department, but its grounds included an ancient garden and a garden-house, and here he lived for much of the year. He was dressing after a bath when Dr. Aziz was announced. Lifting up his voice, he shouted from the bedroom, "Please make yourself at home."<|quote|>The remark was unpremeditated, ... | for official functions, and if he invited Mrs. Moore and Miss Quested to tea, it was because they were new-comers who would view everything with an equal if superficial eye, and would not turn on a special voice when speaking to his other guests. The College itself had been slapped down by the Public Works Department, ... | had discovered that it is possible to keep in with Indians and Englishmen, but that he who would also keep in with Englishwomen must drop the Indians. The two wouldn't combine. Useless to blame either party, useless to blame them for blaming one another. It just was so, and one had to choose. Most Englishmen preferred ... | him most harm at the club was a silly aside to the effect that the so-called white races are really pinko-grey. He only said this to be cheery, he did not realize that "white" has no more to do with a colour than "God save the King" with a god, and that it is the height of impropriety to consider what it does connote. ... | to become the second. New impressions crowded on him, but they were not the orthodox new impressions; the past conditioned them, and so it was with his mistakes. To regard an Indian as if he were an Italian is not, for instance, a common error, nor perhaps a fatal one, and Fielding often attempted analogies between thi... | awoken, and he communicated it to the rest of the herd. Still, the men tolerated him for the sake of his good heart and strong body; it was their wives who decided that he was not a sahib really. They disliked him. He took no notice of them, and this, which would have passed without comment in feminist England, did him... | A Passage To India |
"May I really, Mr. Fielding? It's very good of you," | Dr. Aziz | had a very definite meaning.<|quote|>"May I really, Mr. Fielding? It's very good of you,"</|quote|>he called back; "I like | to say. To Aziz it had a very definite meaning.<|quote|>"May I really, Mr. Fielding? It's very good of you,"</|quote|>he called back; "I like unconventional behaviour so extremely." His | He was dressing after a bath when Dr. Aziz was announced. Lifting up his voice, he shouted from the bedroom, "Please make yourself at home." The remark was unpremeditated, like most of his actions; it was what he felt inclined to say. To Aziz it had a very definite meaning.<|quote|>"May I really, Mr. Fielding? It's ver... | an equal if superficial eye, and would not turn on a special voice when speaking to his other guests. The College itself had been slapped down by the Public Works Department, but its grounds included an ancient garden and a garden-house, and here he lived for much of the year. He was dressing after a bath when Dr. Aziz... | the Indians. The two wouldn't combine. Useless to blame either party, useless to blame them for blaming one another. It just was so, and one had to choose. Most Englishmen preferred their own kinswomen, who, coming out in increasing numbers, made life on the home pattern yearly more possible. He had found it convenient... | to be cheery, he did not realize that "white" has no more to do with a colour than "God save the King" with a god, and that it is the height of impropriety to consider what it does connote. The pinko-grey male whom he addressed was subtly scandalized; his sense of insecurity was awoken, and he communicated it to the re... | with his mistakes. To regard an Indian as if he were an Italian is not, for instance, a common error, nor perhaps a fatal one, and Fielding often attempted analogies between this peninsula and that other, smaller and more exquisitely shaped, that stretches into the classic waters of the Mediterranean. His career, thoug... | with a god, and that it is the height of impropriety to consider what it does connote. The pinko-grey male whom he addressed was subtly scandalized; his sense of insecurity was awoken, and he communicated it to the rest of the herd. Still, the men tolerated him for the sake of his good heart and strong body; it was the... | A Passage To India |
he called back; | No speaker | It's very good of you,"<|quote|>he called back;</|quote|>"I like unconventional behaviour so | "May I really, Mr. Fielding? It's very good of you,"<|quote|>he called back;</|quote|>"I like unconventional behaviour so extremely." His spirits flared up, | announced. Lifting up his voice, he shouted from the bedroom, "Please make yourself at home." The remark was unpremeditated, like most of his actions; it was what he felt inclined to say. To Aziz it had a very definite meaning. "May I really, Mr. Fielding? It's very good of you,"<|quote|>he called back;</|quote|>"I lik... | a special voice when speaking to his other guests. The College itself had been slapped down by the Public Works Department, but its grounds included an ancient garden and a garden-house, and here he lived for much of the year. He was dressing after a bath when Dr. Aziz was announced. Lifting up his voice, he shouted fr... | party, useless to blame them for blaming one another. It just was so, and one had to choose. Most Englishmen preferred their own kinswomen, who, coming out in increasing numbers, made life on the home pattern yearly more possible. He had found it convenient and pleasant to associate with Indians and he must pay the pri... | no more to do with a colour than "God save the King" with a god, and that it is the height of impropriety to consider what it does connote. The pinko-grey male whom he addressed was subtly scandalized; his sense of insecurity was awoken, and he communicated it to the rest of the herd. Still, the men tolerated him for t... | were an Italian is not, for instance, a common error, nor perhaps a fatal one, and Fielding often attempted analogies between this peninsula and that other, smaller and more exquisitely shaped, that stretches into the classic waters of the Mediterranean. His career, though scholastic, was varied, and had included going... | what it does connote. The pinko-grey male whom he addressed was subtly scandalized; his sense of insecurity was awoken, and he communicated it to the rest of the herd. Still, the men tolerated him for the sake of his good heart and strong body; it was their wives who decided that he was not a sahib really. They dislike... | A Passage To India |
"I like unconventional behaviour so extremely." | Dr. Aziz | of you," he called back;<|quote|>"I like unconventional behaviour so extremely."</|quote|>His spirits flared up, he | Mr. Fielding? It's very good of you," he called back;<|quote|>"I like unconventional behaviour so extremely."</|quote|>His spirits flared up, he glanced round the living-room. Some | his voice, he shouted from the bedroom, "Please make yourself at home." The remark was unpremeditated, like most of his actions; it was what he felt inclined to say. To Aziz it had a very definite meaning. "May I really, Mr. Fielding? It's very good of you," he called back;<|quote|>"I like unconventional behaviour so e... | when speaking to his other guests. The College itself had been slapped down by the Public Works Department, but its grounds included an ancient garden and a garden-house, and here he lived for much of the year. He was dressing after a bath when Dr. Aziz was announced. Lifting up his voice, he shouted from the bedroom, ... | blame them for blaming one another. It just was so, and one had to choose. Most Englishmen preferred their own kinswomen, who, coming out in increasing numbers, made life on the home pattern yearly more possible. He had found it convenient and pleasant to associate with Indians and he must pay the price. As a rule no E... | do with a colour than "God save the King" with a god, and that it is the height of impropriety to consider what it does connote. The pinko-grey male whom he addressed was subtly scandalized; his sense of insecurity was awoken, and he communicated it to the rest of the herd. Still, the men tolerated him for the sake of ... | is not, for instance, a common error, nor perhaps a fatal one, and Fielding often attempted analogies between this peninsula and that other, smaller and more exquisitely shaped, that stretches into the classic waters of the Mediterranean. His career, though scholastic, was varied, and had included going to the bad and ... | racial feeling not because he was superior to his brother civilians, but because he had matured in a different atmosphere, where the herd-instinct does not flourish. The remark that did him most harm at the club was a silly aside to the effect that the so-called white races are really pinko-grey. He only said this to b... | A Passage To India |
His spirits flared up, he glanced round the living-room. Some luxury in it, but no order nothing to intimidate poor Indians. It was also a very beautiful room, opening into the garden through three high arches of wood. | No speaker | like unconventional behaviour so extremely."<|quote|>His spirits flared up, he glanced round the living-room. Some luxury in it, but no order nothing to intimidate poor Indians. It was also a very beautiful room, opening into the garden through three high arches of wood.</|quote|>"The fact is I have | you," he called back; "I like unconventional behaviour so extremely."<|quote|>His spirits flared up, he glanced round the living-room. Some luxury in it, but no order nothing to intimidate poor Indians. It was also a very beautiful room, opening into the garden through three high arches of wood.</|quote|>"The fact is I... | bedroom, "Please make yourself at home." The remark was unpremeditated, like most of his actions; it was what he felt inclined to say. To Aziz it had a very definite meaning. "May I really, Mr. Fielding? It's very good of you," he called back; "I like unconventional behaviour so extremely."<|quote|>His spirits flared u... | The College itself had been slapped down by the Public Works Department, but its grounds included an ancient garden and a garden-house, and here he lived for much of the year. He was dressing after a bath when Dr. Aziz was announced. Lifting up his voice, he shouted from the bedroom, "Please make yourself at home." The... | It just was so, and one had to choose. Most Englishmen preferred their own kinswomen, who, coming out in increasing numbers, made life on the home pattern yearly more possible. He had found it convenient and pleasant to associate with Indians and he must pay the price. As a rule no Englishwoman entered the College exce... | save the King" with a god, and that it is the height of impropriety to consider what it does connote. The pinko-grey male whom he addressed was subtly scandalized; his sense of insecurity was awoken, and he communicated it to the rest of the herd. Still, the men tolerated him for the sake of his good heart and strong b... | error, nor perhaps a fatal one, and Fielding often attempted analogies between this peninsula and that other, smaller and more exquisitely shaped, that stretches into the classic waters of the Mediterranean. His career, though scholastic, was varied, and had included going to the bad and repenting thereafter. By now he... | who would also keep in with Englishwomen must drop the Indians. The two wouldn't combine. Useless to blame either party, useless to blame them for blaming one another. It just was so, and one had to choose. Most Englishmen preferred their own kinswomen, who, coming out in increasing numbers, made life on the home patte... | A Passage To India |
"The fact is I have long wanted to meet you," | Dr. Aziz | three high arches of wood.<|quote|>"The fact is I have long wanted to meet you,"</|quote|>he continued. "I have heard | opening into the garden through three high arches of wood.<|quote|>"The fact is I have long wanted to meet you,"</|quote|>he continued. "I have heard so much about your warm | good of you," he called back; "I like unconventional behaviour so extremely." His spirits flared up, he glanced round the living-room. Some luxury in it, but no order nothing to intimidate poor Indians. It was also a very beautiful room, opening into the garden through three high arches of wood.<|quote|>"The fact is I ... | Dr. Aziz was announced. Lifting up his voice, he shouted from the bedroom, "Please make yourself at home." The remark was unpremeditated, like most of his actions; it was what he felt inclined to say. To Aziz it had a very definite meaning. "May I really, Mr. Fielding? It's very good of you," he called back; "I like un... | associate with Indians and he must pay the price. As a rule no Englishwoman entered the College except for official functions, and if he invited Mrs. Moore and Miss Quested to tea, it was because they were new-comers who would view everything with an equal if superficial eye, and would not turn on a special voice when ... | it to the rest of the herd. Still, the men tolerated him for the sake of his good heart and strong body; it was their wives who decided that he was not a sahib really. They disliked him. He took no notice of them, and this, which would have passed without comment in feminist England, did him harm in a community where t... | had included going to the bad and repenting thereafter. By now he was a hard-bitten, good-tempered, intelligent fellow on the verge of middle age, with a belief in education. He did not mind whom he taught; public schoolboys, mental defectives and policemen, had all come his way, and he had no objection to adding India... | to caste, and he used ideas by that most potent method interchange. Neither a missionary nor a student, he was happiest in the give-and-take of a private conversation. The world, he believed, is a globe of men who are trying to reach one another and can best do so by the help of good will plus culture and intelligence ... | A Passage To India |
he continued. | No speaker | long wanted to meet you,"<|quote|>he continued.</|quote|>"I have heard so much | "The fact is I have long wanted to meet you,"<|quote|>he continued.</|quote|>"I have heard so much about your warm heart from | so extremely." His spirits flared up, he glanced round the living-room. Some luxury in it, but no order nothing to intimidate poor Indians. It was also a very beautiful room, opening into the garden through three high arches of wood. "The fact is I have long wanted to meet you,"<|quote|>he continued.</|quote|>"I have h... | from the bedroom, "Please make yourself at home." The remark was unpremeditated, like most of his actions; it was what he felt inclined to say. To Aziz it had a very definite meaning. "May I really, Mr. Fielding? It's very good of you," he called back; "I like unconventional behaviour so extremely." His spirits flared ... | a rule no Englishwoman entered the College except for official functions, and if he invited Mrs. Moore and Miss Quested to tea, it was because they were new-comers who would view everything with an equal if superficial eye, and would not turn on a special voice when speaking to his other guests. The College itself had ... | tolerated him for the sake of his good heart and strong body; it was their wives who decided that he was not a sahib really. They disliked him. He took no notice of them, and this, which would have passed without comment in feminist England, did him harm in a community where the male is expected to be lively and helpfu... | now he was a hard-bitten, good-tempered, intelligent fellow on the verge of middle age, with a belief in education. He did not mind whom he taught; public schoolboys, mental defectives and policemen, had all come his way, and he had no objection to adding Indians. Through the influence of friends, he was nominated Prin... | that he who would also keep in with Englishwomen must drop the Indians. The two wouldn't combine. Useless to blame either party, useless to blame them for blaming one another. It just was so, and one had to choose. Most Englishmen preferred their own kinswomen, who, coming out in increasing numbers, made life on the ho... | A Passage To India |
"I have heard so much about your warm heart from the Nawab Bahadur. But where is one to meet in a wretched hole like Chandrapore?" | Dr. Aziz | to meet you," he continued.<|quote|>"I have heard so much about your warm heart from the Nawab Bahadur. But where is one to meet in a wretched hole like Chandrapore?"</|quote|>He came close up to | is I have long wanted to meet you," he continued.<|quote|>"I have heard so much about your warm heart from the Nawab Bahadur. But where is one to meet in a wretched hole like Chandrapore?"</|quote|>He came close up to the door. "When I was | His spirits flared up, he glanced round the living-room. Some luxury in it, but no order nothing to intimidate poor Indians. It was also a very beautiful room, opening into the garden through three high arches of wood. "The fact is I have long wanted to meet you," he continued.<|quote|>"I have heard so much about your ... | bedroom, "Please make yourself at home." The remark was unpremeditated, like most of his actions; it was what he felt inclined to say. To Aziz it had a very definite meaning. "May I really, Mr. Fielding? It's very good of you," he called back; "I like unconventional behaviour so extremely." His spirits flared up, he gl... | no Englishwoman entered the College except for official functions, and if he invited Mrs. Moore and Miss Quested to tea, it was because they were new-comers who would view everything with an equal if superficial eye, and would not turn on a special voice when speaking to his other guests. The College itself had been sl... | for the sake of his good heart and strong body; it was their wives who decided that he was not a sahib really. They disliked him. He took no notice of them, and this, which would have passed without comment in feminist England, did him harm in a community where the male is expected to be lively and helpful. Mr. Fieldin... | was a hard-bitten, good-tempered, intelligent fellow on the verge of middle age, with a belief in education. He did not mind whom he taught; public schoolboys, mental defectives and policemen, had all come his way, and he had no objection to adding Indians. Through the influence of friends, he was nominated Principal o... | to go. This was true. He had discovered that it is possible to keep in with Indians and Englishmen, but that he who would also keep in with Englishwomen must drop the Indians. The two wouldn't combine. Useless to blame either party, useless to blame them for blaming one another. It just was so, and one had to choose. M... | A Passage To India |
He came close up to the door. | No speaker | a wretched hole like Chandrapore?"<|quote|>He came close up to the door.</|quote|>"When I was greener here, | is one to meet in a wretched hole like Chandrapore?"<|quote|>He came close up to the door.</|quote|>"When I was greener here, I'll tell you what. I | very beautiful room, opening into the garden through three high arches of wood. "The fact is I have long wanted to meet you," he continued. "I have heard so much about your warm heart from the Nawab Bahadur. But where is one to meet in a wretched hole like Chandrapore?"<|quote|>He came close up to the door.</|quote|>"W... | it had a very definite meaning. "May I really, Mr. Fielding? It's very good of you," he called back; "I like unconventional behaviour so extremely." His spirits flared up, he glanced round the living-room. Some luxury in it, but no order nothing to intimidate poor Indians. It was also a very beautiful room, opening int... | new-comers who would view everything with an equal if superficial eye, and would not turn on a special voice when speaking to his other guests. The College itself had been slapped down by the Public Works Department, but its grounds included an ancient garden and a garden-house, and here he lived for much of the year. ... | him. He took no notice of them, and this, which would have passed without comment in feminist England, did him harm in a community where the male is expected to be lively and helpful. Mr. Fielding never advised one about dogs or horses, or dined, or paid his midday calls, or decorated trees for one's children at Christ... | schoolboys, mental defectives and policemen, had all come his way, and he had no objection to adding Indians. Through the influence of friends, he was nominated Principal of the little college at Chandrapore, liked it, and assumed he was a success. He did succeed with his pupils, but the gulf between himself and his co... | for one's children at Christmas, and though he came to the club, it was only to get his tennis or billiards, and to go. This was true. He had discovered that it is possible to keep in with Indians and Englishmen, but that he who would also keep in with Englishwomen must drop the Indians. The two wouldn't combine. Usele... | A Passage To India |
"When I was greener here, I'll tell you what. I used to wish you to fall ill so that we could meet that way." | Dr. Aziz | close up to the door.<|quote|>"When I was greener here, I'll tell you what. I used to wish you to fall ill so that we could meet that way."</|quote|>They laughed, and encouraged by | hole like Chandrapore?" He came close up to the door.<|quote|>"When I was greener here, I'll tell you what. I used to wish you to fall ill so that we could meet that way."</|quote|>They laughed, and encouraged by his success he began to | through three high arches of wood. "The fact is I have long wanted to meet you," he continued. "I have heard so much about your warm heart from the Nawab Bahadur. But where is one to meet in a wretched hole like Chandrapore?" He came close up to the door.<|quote|>"When I was greener here, I'll tell you what. I used to ... | I really, Mr. Fielding? It's very good of you," he called back; "I like unconventional behaviour so extremely." His spirits flared up, he glanced round the living-room. Some luxury in it, but no order nothing to intimidate poor Indians. It was also a very beautiful room, opening into the garden through three high arche... | equal if superficial eye, and would not turn on a special voice when speaking to his other guests. The College itself had been slapped down by the Public Works Department, but its grounds included an ancient garden and a garden-house, and here he lived for much of the year. He was dressing after a bath when Dr. Aziz wa... | and this, which would have passed without comment in feminist England, did him harm in a community where the male is expected to be lively and helpful. Mr. Fielding never advised one about dogs or horses, or dined, or paid his midday calls, or decorated trees for one's children at Christmas, and though he came to the c... | come his way, and he had no objection to adding Indians. Through the influence of friends, he was nominated Principal of the little college at Chandrapore, liked it, and assumed he was a success. He did succeed with his pupils, but the gulf between himself and his countrymen, which he had noticed in the train, widened ... | help of good will plus culture and intelligence a creed ill suited to Chandrapore, but he had come out too late to lose it. He had no racial feeling not because he was superior to his brother civilians, but because he had matured in a different atmosphere, where the herd-instinct does not flourish. The remark that did ... | A Passage To India |
They laughed, and encouraged by his success he began to improvise. | No speaker | we could meet that way."<|quote|>They laughed, and encouraged by his success he began to improvise.</|quote|>"I said to myself, How | to fall ill so that we could meet that way."<|quote|>They laughed, and encouraged by his success he began to improvise.</|quote|>"I said to myself, How does Mr. Fielding look this | your warm heart from the Nawab Bahadur. But where is one to meet in a wretched hole like Chandrapore?" He came close up to the door. "When I was greener here, I'll tell you what. I used to wish you to fall ill so that we could meet that way."<|quote|>They laughed, and encouraged by his success he began to improvise.</|... | round the living-room. Some luxury in it, but no order nothing to intimidate poor Indians. It was also a very beautiful room, opening into the garden through three high arches of wood. "The fact is I have long wanted to meet you," he continued. "I have heard so much about your warm heart from the Nawab Bahadur. But whe... | down by the Public Works Department, but its grounds included an ancient garden and a garden-house, and here he lived for much of the year. He was dressing after a bath when Dr. Aziz was announced. Lifting up his voice, he shouted from the bedroom, "Please make yourself at home." The remark was unpremeditated, like mos... | lively and helpful. Mr. Fielding never advised one about dogs or horses, or dined, or paid his midday calls, or decorated trees for one's children at Christmas, and though he came to the club, it was only to get his tennis or billiards, and to go. This was true. He had discovered that it is possible to keep in with Ind... | at Chandrapore, liked it, and assumed he was a success. He did succeed with his pupils, but the gulf between himself and his countrymen, which he had noticed in the train, widened distressingly. He could not at first see what was wrong. He was not unpatriotic, he always got on with Englishmen in England, all his best f... | to choose. Most Englishmen preferred their own kinswomen, who, coming out in increasing numbers, made life on the home pattern yearly more possible. He had found it convenient and pleasant to associate with Indians and he must pay the price. As a rule no Englishwoman entered the College except for official functions, a... | A Passage To India |
"I said to myself, How does Mr. Fielding look this morning? Perhaps pale. And the Civil Surgeon is pale too, he will not be able to attend upon him when the shivering commences. I should have been sent for instead. Then we would have had jolly talks, for you are a celebrated student of Persian poetry." | Dr. Aziz | success he began to improvise.<|quote|>"I said to myself, How does Mr. Fielding look this morning? Perhaps pale. And the Civil Surgeon is pale too, he will not be able to attend upon him when the shivering commences. I should have been sent for instead. Then we would have had jolly talks, for you are a celebrated stude... | laughed, and encouraged by his success he began to improvise.<|quote|>"I said to myself, How does Mr. Fielding look this morning? Perhaps pale. And the Civil Surgeon is pale too, he will not be able to attend upon him when the shivering commences. I should have been sent for instead. Then we would have had jolly talks,... | to meet in a wretched hole like Chandrapore?" He came close up to the door. "When I was greener here, I'll tell you what. I used to wish you to fall ill so that we could meet that way." They laughed, and encouraged by his success he began to improvise.<|quote|>"I said to myself, How does Mr. Fielding look this morning?... | to intimidate poor Indians. It was also a very beautiful room, opening into the garden through three high arches of wood. "The fact is I have long wanted to meet you," he continued. "I have heard so much about your warm heart from the Nawab Bahadur. But where is one to meet in a wretched hole like Chandrapore?" He came... | ancient garden and a garden-house, and here he lived for much of the year. He was dressing after a bath when Dr. Aziz was announced. Lifting up his voice, he shouted from the bedroom, "Please make yourself at home." The remark was unpremeditated, like most of his actions; it was what he felt inclined to say. To Aziz it... | horses, or dined, or paid his midday calls, or decorated trees for one's children at Christmas, and though he came to the club, it was only to get his tennis or billiards, and to go. This was true. He had discovered that it is possible to keep in with Indians and Englishmen, but that he who would also keep in with Engl... | did succeed with his pupils, but the gulf between himself and his countrymen, which he had noticed in the train, widened distressingly. He could not at first see what was wrong. He was not unpatriotic, he always got on with Englishmen in England, all his best friends were English, so why was it not the same out here? O... | but its grounds included an ancient garden and a garden-house, and here he lived for much of the year. He was dressing after a bath when Dr. Aziz was announced. Lifting up his voice, he shouted from the bedroom, "Please make yourself at home." The remark was unpremeditated, like most of his actions; it was what he felt... | A Passage To India |
"You know me by sight, then." | Cyril Fielding | celebrated student of Persian poetry."<|quote|>"You know me by sight, then."</|quote|>"Of course, of course. You | talks, for you are a celebrated student of Persian poetry."<|quote|>"You know me by sight, then."</|quote|>"Of course, of course. You know me?" "I know you | Mr. Fielding look this morning? Perhaps pale. And the Civil Surgeon is pale too, he will not be able to attend upon him when the shivering commences. I should have been sent for instead. Then we would have had jolly talks, for you are a celebrated student of Persian poetry."<|quote|>"You know me by sight, then."</|quot... | like Chandrapore?" He came close up to the door. "When I was greener here, I'll tell you what. I used to wish you to fall ill so that we could meet that way." They laughed, and encouraged by his success he began to improvise. "I said to myself, How does Mr. Fielding look this morning? Perhaps pale. And the Civil Surgeo... | To Aziz it had a very definite meaning. "May I really, Mr. Fielding? It's very good of you," he called back; "I like unconventional behaviour so extremely." His spirits flared up, he glanced round the living-room. Some luxury in it, but no order nothing to intimidate poor Indians. It was also a very beautiful room, ope... | would also keep in with Englishwomen must drop the Indians. The two wouldn't combine. Useless to blame either party, useless to blame them for blaming one another. It just was so, and one had to choose. Most Englishmen preferred their own kinswomen, who, coming out in increasing numbers, made life on the home pattern y... | out here? Outwardly of the large shaggy type, with sprawling limbs and blue eyes, he appeared to inspire confidence until he spoke. Then something in his manner puzzled people and failed to allay the distrust which his profession naturally inspired. There needs must be this evil of brains in India, but woe to him throu... | much of the year. He was dressing after a bath when Dr. Aziz was announced. Lifting up his voice, he shouted from the bedroom, "Please make yourself at home." The remark was unpremeditated, like most of his actions; it was what he felt inclined to say. To Aziz it had a very definite meaning. "May I really, Mr. Fielding... | A Passage To India |
"Of course, of course. You know me?" | Dr. Aziz | know me by sight, then."<|quote|>"Of course, of course. You know me?"</|quote|>"I know you very well | student of Persian poetry." "You know me by sight, then."<|quote|>"Of course, of course. You know me?"</|quote|>"I know you very well by name." "I have been | pale. And the Civil Surgeon is pale too, he will not be able to attend upon him when the shivering commences. I should have been sent for instead. Then we would have had jolly talks, for you are a celebrated student of Persian poetry." "You know me by sight, then."<|quote|>"Of course, of course. You know me?"</|quote|>... | to the door. "When I was greener here, I'll tell you what. I used to wish you to fall ill so that we could meet that way." They laughed, and encouraged by his success he began to improvise. "I said to myself, How does Mr. Fielding look this morning? Perhaps pale. And the Civil Surgeon is pale too, he will not be able t... | definite meaning. "May I really, Mr. Fielding? It's very good of you," he called back; "I like unconventional behaviour so extremely." His spirits flared up, he glanced round the living-room. Some luxury in it, but no order nothing to intimidate poor Indians. It was also a very beautiful room, opening into the garden t... | must drop the Indians. The two wouldn't combine. Useless to blame either party, useless to blame them for blaming one another. It just was so, and one had to choose. Most Englishmen preferred their own kinswomen, who, coming out in increasing numbers, made life on the home pattern yearly more possible. He had found it ... | shaggy type, with sprawling limbs and blue eyes, he appeared to inspire confidence until he spoke. Then something in his manner puzzled people and failed to allay the distrust which his profession naturally inspired. There needs must be this evil of brains in India, but woe to him through whom they are increased! The f... | is possible to keep in with Indians and Englishmen, but that he who would also keep in with Englishwomen must drop the Indians. The two wouldn't combine. Useless to blame either party, useless to blame them for blaming one another. It just was so, and one had to choose. Most Englishmen preferred their own kinswomen, wh... | A Passage To India |
"I know you very well by name." | Cyril Fielding | of course. You know me?"<|quote|>"I know you very well by name."</|quote|>"I have been here such | by sight, then." "Of course, of course. You know me?"<|quote|>"I know you very well by name."</|quote|>"I have been here such a short time, and always | too, he will not be able to attend upon him when the shivering commences. I should have been sent for instead. Then we would have had jolly talks, for you are a celebrated student of Persian poetry." "You know me by sight, then." "Of course, of course. You know me?"<|quote|>"I know you very well by name."</|quote|>"I h... | here, I'll tell you what. I used to wish you to fall ill so that we could meet that way." They laughed, and encouraged by his success he began to improvise. "I said to myself, How does Mr. Fielding look this morning? Perhaps pale. And the Civil Surgeon is pale too, he will not be able to attend upon him when the shiver... | It's very good of you," he called back; "I like unconventional behaviour so extremely." His spirits flared up, he glanced round the living-room. Some luxury in it, but no order nothing to intimidate poor Indians. It was also a very beautiful room, opening into the garden through three high arches of wood. "The fact is ... | combine. Useless to blame either party, useless to blame them for blaming one another. It just was so, and one had to choose. Most Englishmen preferred their own kinswomen, who, coming out in increasing numbers, made life on the home pattern yearly more possible. He had found it convenient and pleasant to associate wit... | eyes, he appeared to inspire confidence until he spoke. Then something in his manner puzzled people and failed to allay the distrust which his profession naturally inspired. There needs must be this evil of brains in India, but woe to him through whom they are increased! The feeling grew that Mr. Fielding was a disrupt... | lived for much of the year. He was dressing after a bath when Dr. Aziz was announced. Lifting up his voice, he shouted from the bedroom, "Please make yourself at home." The remark was unpremeditated, like most of his actions; it was what he felt inclined to say. To Aziz it had a very definite meaning. "May I really, Mr... | A Passage To India |
"I have been here such a short time, and always in the bazaar. No wonder you have never seen me, and I wonder you know my name. I say, Mr. Fielding?" | Dr. Aziz | you very well by name."<|quote|>"I have been here such a short time, and always in the bazaar. No wonder you have never seen me, and I wonder you know my name. I say, Mr. Fielding?"</|quote|>"Yes?" "Guess what I look | You know me?" "I know you very well by name."<|quote|>"I have been here such a short time, and always in the bazaar. No wonder you have never seen me, and I wonder you know my name. I say, Mr. Fielding?"</|quote|>"Yes?" "Guess what I look like before you come out. | attend upon him when the shivering commences. I should have been sent for instead. Then we would have had jolly talks, for you are a celebrated student of Persian poetry." "You know me by sight, then." "Of course, of course. You know me?" "I know you very well by name."<|quote|>"I have been here such a short time, and ... | to wish you to fall ill so that we could meet that way." They laughed, and encouraged by his success he began to improvise. "I said to myself, How does Mr. Fielding look this morning? Perhaps pale. And the Civil Surgeon is pale too, he will not be able to attend upon him when the shivering commences. I should have been... | back; "I like unconventional behaviour so extremely." His spirits flared up, he glanced round the living-room. Some luxury in it, but no order nothing to intimidate poor Indians. It was also a very beautiful room, opening into the garden through three high arches of wood. "The fact is I have long wanted to meet you," h... | to blame them for blaming one another. It just was so, and one had to choose. Most Englishmen preferred their own kinswomen, who, coming out in increasing numbers, made life on the home pattern yearly more possible. He had found it convenient and pleasant to associate with Indians and he must pay the price. As a rule n... | he spoke. Then something in his manner puzzled people and failed to allay the distrust which his profession naturally inspired. There needs must be this evil of brains in India, but woe to him through whom they are increased! The feeling grew that Mr. Fielding was a disruptive force, and rightly, for ideas are fatal to... | included an ancient garden and a garden-house, and here he lived for much of the year. He was dressing after a bath when Dr. Aziz was announced. Lifting up his voice, he shouted from the bedroom, "Please make yourself at home." The remark was unpremeditated, like most of his actions; it was what he felt inclined to say... | A Passage To India |
"Yes?" | Cyril Fielding | name. I say, Mr. Fielding?"<|quote|>"Yes?"</|quote|>"Guess what I look like | I wonder you know my name. I say, Mr. Fielding?"<|quote|>"Yes?"</|quote|>"Guess what I look like before you come out. That | know me by sight, then." "Of course, of course. You know me?" "I know you very well by name." "I have been here such a short time, and always in the bazaar. No wonder you have never seen me, and I wonder you know my name. I say, Mr. Fielding?"<|quote|>"Yes?"</|quote|>"Guess what I look like before you come out. That wi... | Fielding look this morning? Perhaps pale. And the Civil Surgeon is pale too, he will not be able to attend upon him when the shivering commences. I should have been sent for instead. Then we would have had jolly talks, for you are a celebrated student of Persian poetry." "You know me by sight, then." "Of course, of cou... | a very beautiful room, opening into the garden through three high arches of wood. "The fact is I have long wanted to meet you," he continued. "I have heard so much about your warm heart from the Nawab Bahadur. But where is one to meet in a wretched hole like Chandrapore?" He came close up to the door. "When I was green... | the home pattern yearly more possible. He had found it convenient and pleasant to associate with Indians and he must pay the price. As a rule no Englishwoman entered the College except for official functions, and if he invited Mrs. Moore and Miss Quested to tea, it was because they were new-comers who would view everyt... | woe to him through whom they are increased! The feeling grew that Mr. Fielding was a disruptive force, and rightly, for ideas are fatal to caste, and he used ideas by that most potent method interchange. Neither a missionary nor a student, he was happiest in the give-and-take of a private conversation. The world, he be... | would not turn on a special voice when speaking to his other guests. The College itself had been slapped down by the Public Works Department, but its grounds included an ancient garden and a garden-house, and here he lived for much of the year. He was dressing after a bath when Dr. Aziz was announced. Lifting up his vo... | A Passage To India |
"Guess what I look like before you come out. That will be a kind of game." | Dr. Aziz | I say, Mr. Fielding?" "Yes?"<|quote|>"Guess what I look like before you come out. That will be a kind of game."</|quote|>"You're five feet nine inches | wonder you know my name. I say, Mr. Fielding?" "Yes?"<|quote|>"Guess what I look like before you come out. That will be a kind of game."</|quote|>"You're five feet nine inches high," said Fielding, surmising this | me by sight, then." "Of course, of course. You know me?" "I know you very well by name." "I have been here such a short time, and always in the bazaar. No wonder you have never seen me, and I wonder you know my name. I say, Mr. Fielding?" "Yes?"<|quote|>"Guess what I look like before you come out. That will be a kind o... | look this morning? Perhaps pale. And the Civil Surgeon is pale too, he will not be able to attend upon him when the shivering commences. I should have been sent for instead. Then we would have had jolly talks, for you are a celebrated student of Persian poetry." "You know me by sight, then." "Of course, of course. You ... | very beautiful room, opening into the garden through three high arches of wood. "The fact is I have long wanted to meet you," he continued. "I have heard so much about your warm heart from the Nawab Bahadur. But where is one to meet in a wretched hole like Chandrapore?" He came close up to the door. "When I was greener... | home pattern yearly more possible. He had found it convenient and pleasant to associate with Indians and he must pay the price. As a rule no Englishwoman entered the College except for official functions, and if he invited Mrs. Moore and Miss Quested to tea, it was because they were new-comers who would view everything... | to him through whom they are increased! The feeling grew that Mr. Fielding was a disruptive force, and rightly, for ideas are fatal to caste, and he used ideas by that most potent method interchange. Neither a missionary nor a student, he was happiest in the give-and-take of a private conversation. The world, he believ... | go. This was true. He had discovered that it is possible to keep in with Indians and Englishmen, but that he who would also keep in with Englishwomen must drop the Indians. The two wouldn't combine. Useless to blame either party, useless to blame them for blaming one another. It just was so, and one had to choose. Most... | A Passage To India |
"You're five feet nine inches high," | Cyril Fielding | be a kind of game."<|quote|>"You're five feet nine inches high,"</|quote|>said Fielding, surmising this much | you come out. That will be a kind of game."<|quote|>"You're five feet nine inches high,"</|quote|>said Fielding, surmising this much through the ground glass of | by name." "I have been here such a short time, and always in the bazaar. No wonder you have never seen me, and I wonder you know my name. I say, Mr. Fielding?" "Yes?" "Guess what I look like before you come out. That will be a kind of game."<|quote|>"You're five feet nine inches high,"</|quote|>said Fielding, surmising... | able to attend upon him when the shivering commences. I should have been sent for instead. Then we would have had jolly talks, for you are a celebrated student of Persian poetry." "You know me by sight, then." "Of course, of course. You know me?" "I know you very well by name." "I have been here such a short time, and ... | I have long wanted to meet you," he continued. "I have heard so much about your warm heart from the Nawab Bahadur. But where is one to meet in a wretched hole like Chandrapore?" He came close up to the door. "When I was greener here, I'll tell you what. I used to wish you to fall ill so that we could meet that way." Th... | and he must pay the price. As a rule no Englishwoman entered the College except for official functions, and if he invited Mrs. Moore and Miss Quested to tea, it was because they were new-comers who would view everything with an equal if superficial eye, and would not turn on a special voice when speaking to his other g... | force, and rightly, for ideas are fatal to caste, and he used ideas by that most potent method interchange. Neither a missionary nor a student, he was happiest in the give-and-take of a private conversation. The world, he believed, is a globe of men who are trying to reach one another and can best do so by the help of ... | numbers, made life on the home pattern yearly more possible. He had found it convenient and pleasant to associate with Indians and he must pay the price. As a rule no Englishwoman entered the College except for official functions, and if he invited Mrs. Moore and Miss Quested to tea, it was because they were new-comers... | A Passage To India |
said Fielding, surmising this much through the ground glass of the bedroom door. | No speaker | five feet nine inches high,"<|quote|>said Fielding, surmising this much through the ground glass of the bedroom door.</|quote|>"Jolly good. What next? Have | a kind of game." "You're five feet nine inches high,"<|quote|>said Fielding, surmising this much through the ground glass of the bedroom door.</|quote|>"Jolly good. What next? Have I not a venerable white | such a short time, and always in the bazaar. No wonder you have never seen me, and I wonder you know my name. I say, Mr. Fielding?" "Yes?" "Guess what I look like before you come out. That will be a kind of game." "You're five feet nine inches high,"<|quote|>said Fielding, surmising this much through the ground glass o... | the shivering commences. I should have been sent for instead. Then we would have had jolly talks, for you are a celebrated student of Persian poetry." "You know me by sight, then." "Of course, of course. You know me?" "I know you very well by name." "I have been here such a short time, and always in the bazaar. No wond... | you," he continued. "I have heard so much about your warm heart from the Nawab Bahadur. But where is one to meet in a wretched hole like Chandrapore?" He came close up to the door. "When I was greener here, I'll tell you what. I used to wish you to fall ill so that we could meet that way." They laughed, and encouraged ... | As a rule no Englishwoman entered the College except for official functions, and if he invited Mrs. Moore and Miss Quested to tea, it was because they were new-comers who would view everything with an equal if superficial eye, and would not turn on a special voice when speaking to his other guests. The College itself h... | fatal to caste, and he used ideas by that most potent method interchange. Neither a missionary nor a student, he was happiest in the give-and-take of a private conversation. The world, he believed, is a globe of men who are trying to reach one another and can best do so by the help of good will plus culture and intelli... | "I like unconventional behaviour so extremely." His spirits flared up, he glanced round the living-room. Some luxury in it, but no order nothing to intimidate poor Indians. It was also a very beautiful room, opening into the garden through three high arches of wood. "The fact is I have long wanted to meet you," he cont... | A Passage To India |
"Jolly good. What next? Have I not a venerable white beard?" | Dr. Aziz | glass of the bedroom door.<|quote|>"Jolly good. What next? Have I not a venerable white beard?"</|quote|>"Blast!" "Anything wrong?" "I've stamped | this much through the ground glass of the bedroom door.<|quote|>"Jolly good. What next? Have I not a venerable white beard?"</|quote|>"Blast!" "Anything wrong?" "I've stamped on my last collar stud." | never seen me, and I wonder you know my name. I say, Mr. Fielding?" "Yes?" "Guess what I look like before you come out. That will be a kind of game." "You're five feet nine inches high," said Fielding, surmising this much through the ground glass of the bedroom door.<|quote|>"Jolly good. What next? Have I not a venerab... | have had jolly talks, for you are a celebrated student of Persian poetry." "You know me by sight, then." "Of course, of course. You know me?" "I know you very well by name." "I have been here such a short time, and always in the bazaar. No wonder you have never seen me, and I wonder you know my name. I say, Mr. Fieldin... | the Nawab Bahadur. But where is one to meet in a wretched hole like Chandrapore?" He came close up to the door. "When I was greener here, I'll tell you what. I used to wish you to fall ill so that we could meet that way." They laughed, and encouraged by his success he began to improvise. "I said to myself, How does Mr.... | if he invited Mrs. Moore and Miss Quested to tea, it was because they were new-comers who would view everything with an equal if superficial eye, and would not turn on a special voice when speaking to his other guests. The College itself had been slapped down by the Public Works Department, but its grounds included an ... | Neither a missionary nor a student, he was happiest in the give-and-take of a private conversation. The world, he believed, is a globe of men who are trying to reach one another and can best do so by the help of good will plus culture and intelligence a creed ill suited to Chandrapore, but he had come out too late to l... | home pattern yearly more possible. He had found it convenient and pleasant to associate with Indians and he must pay the price. As a rule no Englishwoman entered the College except for official functions, and if he invited Mrs. Moore and Miss Quested to tea, it was because they were new-comers who would view everything... | A Passage To India |
"Blast!" | Cyril Fielding | not a venerable white beard?"<|quote|>"Blast!"</|quote|>"Anything wrong?" "I've stamped on | good. What next? Have I not a venerable white beard?"<|quote|>"Blast!"</|quote|>"Anything wrong?" "I've stamped on my last collar stud." "Take | say, Mr. Fielding?" "Yes?" "Guess what I look like before you come out. That will be a kind of game." "You're five feet nine inches high," said Fielding, surmising this much through the ground glass of the bedroom door. "Jolly good. What next? Have I not a venerable white beard?"<|quote|>"Blast!"</|quote|>"Anything wro... | Persian poetry." "You know me by sight, then." "Of course, of course. You know me?" "I know you very well by name." "I have been here such a short time, and always in the bazaar. No wonder you have never seen me, and I wonder you know my name. I say, Mr. Fielding?" "Yes?" "Guess what I look like before you come out. Th... | wretched hole like Chandrapore?" He came close up to the door. "When I was greener here, I'll tell you what. I used to wish you to fall ill so that we could meet that way." They laughed, and encouraged by his success he began to improvise. "I said to myself, How does Mr. Fielding look this morning? Perhaps pale. And th... | was because they were new-comers who would view everything with an equal if superficial eye, and would not turn on a special voice when speaking to his other guests. The College itself had been slapped down by the Public Works Department, but its grounds included an ancient garden and a garden-house, and here he lived ... | give-and-take of a private conversation. The world, he believed, is a globe of men who are trying to reach one another and can best do so by the help of good will plus culture and intelligence a creed ill suited to Chandrapore, but he had come out too late to lose it. He had no racial feeling not because he was superio... | been slapped down by the Public Works Department, but its grounds included an ancient garden and a garden-house, and here he lived for much of the year. He was dressing after a bath when Dr. Aziz was announced. Lifting up his voice, he shouted from the bedroom, "Please make yourself at home." The remark was unpremedita... | A Passage To India |
"Anything wrong?" | Dr. Aziz | a venerable white beard?" "Blast!"<|quote|>"Anything wrong?"</|quote|>"I've stamped on my last | What next? Have I not a venerable white beard?" "Blast!"<|quote|>"Anything wrong?"</|quote|>"I've stamped on my last collar stud." "Take mine, take | Mr. Fielding?" "Yes?" "Guess what I look like before you come out. That will be a kind of game." "You're five feet nine inches high," said Fielding, surmising this much through the ground glass of the bedroom door. "Jolly good. What next? Have I not a venerable white beard?" "Blast!"<|quote|>"Anything wrong?"</|quote|>... | poetry." "You know me by sight, then." "Of course, of course. You know me?" "I know you very well by name." "I have been here such a short time, and always in the bazaar. No wonder you have never seen me, and I wonder you know my name. I say, Mr. Fielding?" "Yes?" "Guess what I look like before you come out. That will ... | hole like Chandrapore?" He came close up to the door. "When I was greener here, I'll tell you what. I used to wish you to fall ill so that we could meet that way." They laughed, and encouraged by his success he began to improvise. "I said to myself, How does Mr. Fielding look this morning? Perhaps pale. And the Civil S... | because they were new-comers who would view everything with an equal if superficial eye, and would not turn on a special voice when speaking to his other guests. The College itself had been slapped down by the Public Works Department, but its grounds included an ancient garden and a garden-house, and here he lived for ... | of a private conversation. The world, he believed, is a globe of men who are trying to reach one another and can best do so by the help of good will plus culture and intelligence a creed ill suited to Chandrapore, but he had come out too late to lose it. He had no racial feeling not because he was superior to his broth... | pleasant to associate with Indians and he must pay the price. As a rule no Englishwoman entered the College except for official functions, and if he invited Mrs. Moore and Miss Quested to tea, it was because they were new-comers who would view everything with an equal if superficial eye, and would not turn on a special... | A Passage To India |
"I've stamped on my last collar stud." | Cyril Fielding | white beard?" "Blast!" "Anything wrong?"<|quote|>"I've stamped on my last collar stud."</|quote|>"Take mine, take mine." "Have | Have I not a venerable white beard?" "Blast!" "Anything wrong?"<|quote|>"I've stamped on my last collar stud."</|quote|>"Take mine, take mine." "Have you a spare one?" "Yes, | "Yes?" "Guess what I look like before you come out. That will be a kind of game." "You're five feet nine inches high," said Fielding, surmising this much through the ground glass of the bedroom door. "Jolly good. What next? Have I not a venerable white beard?" "Blast!" "Anything wrong?"<|quote|>"I've stamped on my last... | know me by sight, then." "Of course, of course. You know me?" "I know you very well by name." "I have been here such a short time, and always in the bazaar. No wonder you have never seen me, and I wonder you know my name. I say, Mr. Fielding?" "Yes?" "Guess what I look like before you come out. That will be a kind of g... | Chandrapore?" He came close up to the door. "When I was greener here, I'll tell you what. I used to wish you to fall ill so that we could meet that way." They laughed, and encouraged by his success he began to improvise. "I said to myself, How does Mr. Fielding look this morning? Perhaps pale. And the Civil Surgeon is ... | were new-comers who would view everything with an equal if superficial eye, and would not turn on a special voice when speaking to his other guests. The College itself had been slapped down by the Public Works Department, but its grounds included an ancient garden and a garden-house, and here he lived for much of the y... | private conversation. The world, he believed, is a globe of men who are trying to reach one another and can best do so by the help of good will plus culture and intelligence a creed ill suited to Chandrapore, but he had come out too late to lose it. He had no racial feeling not because he was superior to his brother ci... | its grounds included an ancient garden and a garden-house, and here he lived for much of the year. He was dressing after a bath when Dr. Aziz was announced. Lifting up his voice, he shouted from the bedroom, "Please make yourself at home." The remark was unpremeditated, like most of his actions; it was what he felt inc... | A Passage To India |
"Take mine, take mine." | Dr. Aziz | on my last collar stud."<|quote|>"Take mine, take mine."</|quote|>"Have you a spare one?" | "Blast!" "Anything wrong?" "I've stamped on my last collar stud."<|quote|>"Take mine, take mine."</|quote|>"Have you a spare one?" "Yes, yes, one minute." "Not | you come out. That will be a kind of game." "You're five feet nine inches high," said Fielding, surmising this much through the ground glass of the bedroom door. "Jolly good. What next? Have I not a venerable white beard?" "Blast!" "Anything wrong?" "I've stamped on my last collar stud."<|quote|>"Take mine, take mine."... | of course. You know me?" "I know you very well by name." "I have been here such a short time, and always in the bazaar. No wonder you have never seen me, and I wonder you know my name. I say, Mr. Fielding?" "Yes?" "Guess what I look like before you come out. That will be a kind of game." "You're five feet nine inches h... | door. "When I was greener here, I'll tell you what. I used to wish you to fall ill so that we could meet that way." They laughed, and encouraged by his success he began to improvise. "I said to myself, How does Mr. Fielding look this morning? Perhaps pale. And the Civil Surgeon is pale too, he will not be able to atten... | an equal if superficial eye, and would not turn on a special voice when speaking to his other guests. The College itself had been slapped down by the Public Works Department, but its grounds included an ancient garden and a garden-house, and here he lived for much of the year. He was dressing after a bath when Dr. Aziz... | a globe of men who are trying to reach one another and can best do so by the help of good will plus culture and intelligence a creed ill suited to Chandrapore, but he had come out too late to lose it. He had no racial feeling not because he was superior to his brother civilians, but because he had matured in a differen... | with Indians and he must pay the price. As a rule no Englishwoman entered the College except for official functions, and if he invited Mrs. Moore and Miss Quested to tea, it was because they were new-comers who would view everything with an equal if superficial eye, and would not turn on a special voice when speaking t... | A Passage To India |
"Have you a spare one?" | Cyril Fielding | stud." "Take mine, take mine."<|quote|>"Have you a spare one?"</|quote|>"Yes, yes, one minute." "Not | stamped on my last collar stud." "Take mine, take mine."<|quote|>"Have you a spare one?"</|quote|>"Yes, yes, one minute." "Not if you're wearing it yourself." | will be a kind of game." "You're five feet nine inches high," said Fielding, surmising this much through the ground glass of the bedroom door. "Jolly good. What next? Have I not a venerable white beard?" "Blast!" "Anything wrong?" "I've stamped on my last collar stud." "Take mine, take mine."<|quote|>"Have you a spare ... | me?" "I know you very well by name." "I have been here such a short time, and always in the bazaar. No wonder you have never seen me, and I wonder you know my name. I say, Mr. Fielding?" "Yes?" "Guess what I look like before you come out. That will be a kind of game." "You're five feet nine inches high," said Fielding,... | greener here, I'll tell you what. I used to wish you to fall ill so that we could meet that way." They laughed, and encouraged by his success he began to improvise. "I said to myself, How does Mr. Fielding look this morning? Perhaps pale. And the Civil Surgeon is pale too, he will not be able to attend upon him when th... | eye, and would not turn on a special voice when speaking to his other guests. The College itself had been slapped down by the Public Works Department, but its grounds included an ancient garden and a garden-house, and here he lived for much of the year. He was dressing after a bath when Dr. Aziz was announced. Lifting ... | who are trying to reach one another and can best do so by the help of good will plus culture and intelligence a creed ill suited to Chandrapore, but he had come out too late to lose it. He had no racial feeling not because he was superior to his brother civilians, but because he had matured in a different atmosphere, w... | on a special voice when speaking to his other guests. The College itself had been slapped down by the Public Works Department, but its grounds included an ancient garden and a garden-house, and here he lived for much of the year. He was dressing after a bath when Dr. Aziz was announced. Lifting up his voice, he shouted... | A Passage To India |
"Yes, yes, one minute." | Dr. Aziz | "Have you a spare one?"<|quote|>"Yes, yes, one minute."</|quote|>"Not if you're wearing it | stud." "Take mine, take mine." "Have you a spare one?"<|quote|>"Yes, yes, one minute."</|quote|>"Not if you're wearing it yourself." "No, no, one in | game." "You're five feet nine inches high," said Fielding, surmising this much through the ground glass of the bedroom door. "Jolly good. What next? Have I not a venerable white beard?" "Blast!" "Anything wrong?" "I've stamped on my last collar stud." "Take mine, take mine." "Have you a spare one?"<|quote|>"Yes, yes, o... | well by name." "I have been here such a short time, and always in the bazaar. No wonder you have never seen me, and I wonder you know my name. I say, Mr. Fielding?" "Yes?" "Guess what I look like before you come out. That will be a kind of game." "You're five feet nine inches high," said Fielding, surmising this much t... | what. I used to wish you to fall ill so that we could meet that way." They laughed, and encouraged by his success he began to improvise. "I said to myself, How does Mr. Fielding look this morning? Perhaps pale. And the Civil Surgeon is pale too, he will not be able to attend upon him when the shivering commences. I sho... | on a special voice when speaking to his other guests. The College itself had been slapped down by the Public Works Department, but its grounds included an ancient garden and a garden-house, and here he lived for much of the year. He was dressing after a bath when Dr. Aziz was announced. Lifting up his voice, he shouted... | one another and can best do so by the help of good will plus culture and intelligence a creed ill suited to Chandrapore, but he had come out too late to lose it. He had no racial feeling not because he was superior to his brother civilians, but because he had matured in a different atmosphere, where the herd-instinct d... | who would also keep in with Englishwomen must drop the Indians. The two wouldn't combine. Useless to blame either party, useless to blame them for blaming one another. It just was so, and one had to choose. Most Englishmen preferred their own kinswomen, who, coming out in increasing numbers, made life on the home patte... | A Passage To India |
"Not if you're wearing it yourself." | Cyril Fielding | one?" "Yes, yes, one minute."<|quote|>"Not if you're wearing it yourself."</|quote|>"No, no, one in my | mine." "Have you a spare one?" "Yes, yes, one minute."<|quote|>"Not if you're wearing it yourself."</|quote|>"No, no, one in my pocket." Stepping aside, so that | nine inches high," said Fielding, surmising this much through the ground glass of the bedroom door. "Jolly good. What next? Have I not a venerable white beard?" "Blast!" "Anything wrong?" "I've stamped on my last collar stud." "Take mine, take mine." "Have you a spare one?" "Yes, yes, one minute."<|quote|>"Not if you'r... | have been here such a short time, and always in the bazaar. No wonder you have never seen me, and I wonder you know my name. I say, Mr. Fielding?" "Yes?" "Guess what I look like before you come out. That will be a kind of game." "You're five feet nine inches high," said Fielding, surmising this much through the ground ... | wish you to fall ill so that we could meet that way." They laughed, and encouraged by his success he began to improvise. "I said to myself, How does Mr. Fielding look this morning? Perhaps pale. And the Civil Surgeon is pale too, he will not be able to attend upon him when the shivering commences. I should have been se... | when speaking to his other guests. The College itself had been slapped down by the Public Works Department, but its grounds included an ancient garden and a garden-house, and here he lived for much of the year. He was dressing after a bath when Dr. Aziz was announced. Lifting up his voice, he shouted from the bedroom, ... | best do so by the help of good will plus culture and intelligence a creed ill suited to Chandrapore, but he had come out too late to lose it. He had no racial feeling not because he was superior to his brother civilians, but because he had matured in a different atmosphere, where the herd-instinct does not flourish. Th... | It's very good of you," he called back; "I like unconventional behaviour so extremely." His spirits flared up, he glanced round the living-room. Some luxury in it, but no order nothing to intimidate poor Indians. It was also a very beautiful room, opening into the garden through three high arches of wood. "The fact is ... | A Passage To India |
"No, no, one in my pocket." | Dr. Aziz | if you're wearing it yourself."<|quote|>"No, no, one in my pocket."</|quote|>Stepping aside, so that his | "Yes, yes, one minute." "Not if you're wearing it yourself."<|quote|>"No, no, one in my pocket."</|quote|>Stepping aside, so that his outline might vanish, he wrenched | this much through the ground glass of the bedroom door. "Jolly good. What next? Have I not a venerable white beard?" "Blast!" "Anything wrong?" "I've stamped on my last collar stud." "Take mine, take mine." "Have you a spare one?" "Yes, yes, one minute." "Not if you're wearing it yourself."<|quote|>"No, no, one in my p... | time, and always in the bazaar. No wonder you have never seen me, and I wonder you know my name. I say, Mr. Fielding?" "Yes?" "Guess what I look like before you come out. That will be a kind of game." "You're five feet nine inches high," said Fielding, surmising this much through the ground glass of the bedroom door. "... | that we could meet that way." They laughed, and encouraged by his success he began to improvise. "I said to myself, How does Mr. Fielding look this morning? Perhaps pale. And the Civil Surgeon is pale too, he will not be able to attend upon him when the shivering commences. I should have been sent for instead. Then we ... | The College itself had been slapped down by the Public Works Department, but its grounds included an ancient garden and a garden-house, and here he lived for much of the year. He was dressing after a bath when Dr. Aziz was announced. Lifting up his voice, he shouted from the bedroom, "Please make yourself at home." The... | of good will plus culture and intelligence a creed ill suited to Chandrapore, but he had come out too late to lose it. He had no racial feeling not because he was superior to his brother civilians, but because he had matured in a different atmosphere, where the herd-instinct does not flourish. The remark that did him m... | fall ill so that we could meet that way." They laughed, and encouraged by his success he began to improvise. "I said to myself, How does Mr. Fielding look this morning? Perhaps pale. And the Civil Surgeon is pale too, he will not be able to attend upon him when the shivering commences. I should have been sent for inste... | A Passage To India |
Stepping aside, so that his outline might vanish, he wrenched off his collar, and pulled out of his shirt the back stud, a gold stud, which was part of a set that his brother-in-law had brought him from Europe. | No speaker | no, one in my pocket."<|quote|>Stepping aside, so that his outline might vanish, he wrenched off his collar, and pulled out of his shirt the back stud, a gold stud, which was part of a set that his brother-in-law had brought him from Europe.</|quote|>"Here it is," he cried. | you're wearing it yourself." "No, no, one in my pocket."<|quote|>Stepping aside, so that his outline might vanish, he wrenched off his collar, and pulled out of his shirt the back stud, a gold stud, which was part of a set that his brother-in-law had brought him from Europe.</|quote|>"Here it is," he cried. "Come in wi... | of the bedroom door. "Jolly good. What next? Have I not a venerable white beard?" "Blast!" "Anything wrong?" "I've stamped on my last collar stud." "Take mine, take mine." "Have you a spare one?" "Yes, yes, one minute." "Not if you're wearing it yourself." "No, no, one in my pocket."<|quote|>Stepping aside, so that his... | No wonder you have never seen me, and I wonder you know my name. I say, Mr. Fielding?" "Yes?" "Guess what I look like before you come out. That will be a kind of game." "You're five feet nine inches high," said Fielding, surmising this much through the ground glass of the bedroom door. "Jolly good. What next? Have I no... | They laughed, and encouraged by his success he began to improvise. "I said to myself, How does Mr. Fielding look this morning? Perhaps pale. And the Civil Surgeon is pale too, he will not be able to attend upon him when the shivering commences. I should have been sent for instead. Then we would have had jolly talks, fo... | down by the Public Works Department, but its grounds included an ancient garden and a garden-house, and here he lived for much of the year. He was dressing after a bath when Dr. Aziz was announced. Lifting up his voice, he shouted from the bedroom, "Please make yourself at home." The remark was unpremeditated, like mos... | intelligence a creed ill suited to Chandrapore, but he had come out too late to lose it. He had no racial feeling not because he was superior to his brother civilians, but because he had matured in a different atmosphere, where the herd-instinct does not flourish. The remark that did him most harm at the club was a sil... | the home pattern yearly more possible. He had found it convenient and pleasant to associate with Indians and he must pay the price. As a rule no Englishwoman entered the College except for official functions, and if he invited Mrs. Moore and Miss Quested to tea, it was because they were new-comers who would view everyt... | A Passage To India |
"Here it is," | Dr. Aziz | had brought him from Europe.<|quote|>"Here it is,"</|quote|>he cried. "Come in with | a set that his brother-in-law had brought him from Europe.<|quote|>"Here it is,"</|quote|>he cried. "Come in with it if you don't mind | if you're wearing it yourself." "No, no, one in my pocket." Stepping aside, so that his outline might vanish, he wrenched off his collar, and pulled out of his shirt the back stud, a gold stud, which was part of a set that his brother-in-law had brought him from Europe.<|quote|>"Here it is,"</|quote|>he cried. "Come in... | inches high," said Fielding, surmising this much through the ground glass of the bedroom door. "Jolly good. What next? Have I not a venerable white beard?" "Blast!" "Anything wrong?" "I've stamped on my last collar stud." "Take mine, take mine." "Have you a spare one?" "Yes, yes, one minute." "Not if you're wearing it ... | him when the shivering commences. I should have been sent for instead. Then we would have had jolly talks, for you are a celebrated student of Persian poetry." "You know me by sight, then." "Of course, of course. You know me?" "I know you very well by name." "I have been here such a short time, and always in the bazaar... | voice, he shouted from the bedroom, "Please make yourself at home." The remark was unpremeditated, like most of his actions; it was what he felt inclined to say. To Aziz it had a very definite meaning. "May I really, Mr. Fielding? It's very good of you," he called back; "I like unconventional behaviour so extremely." H... | atmosphere, where the herd-instinct does not flourish. The remark that did him most harm at the club was a silly aside to the effect that the so-called white races are really pinko-grey. He only said this to be cheery, he did not realize that "white" has no more to do with a colour than "God save the King" with a god, ... | with Indians and Englishmen, but that he who would also keep in with Englishwomen must drop the Indians. The two wouldn't combine. Useless to blame either party, useless to blame them for blaming one another. It just was so, and one had to choose. Most Englishmen preferred their own kinswomen, who, coming out in increa... | A Passage To India |
he cried. | No speaker | from Europe. "Here it is,"<|quote|>he cried.</|quote|>"Come in with it if | his brother-in-law had brought him from Europe. "Here it is,"<|quote|>he cried.</|quote|>"Come in with it if you don't mind the unconventionality." | it yourself." "No, no, one in my pocket." Stepping aside, so that his outline might vanish, he wrenched off his collar, and pulled out of his shirt the back stud, a gold stud, which was part of a set that his brother-in-law had brought him from Europe. "Here it is,"<|quote|>he cried.</|quote|>"Come in with it if you do... | Fielding, surmising this much through the ground glass of the bedroom door. "Jolly good. What next? Have I not a venerable white beard?" "Blast!" "Anything wrong?" "I've stamped on my last collar stud." "Take mine, take mine." "Have you a spare one?" "Yes, yes, one minute." "Not if you're wearing it yourself." "No, no,... | shivering commences. I should have been sent for instead. Then we would have had jolly talks, for you are a celebrated student of Persian poetry." "You know me by sight, then." "Of course, of course. You know me?" "I know you very well by name." "I have been here such a short time, and always in the bazaar. No wonder y... | from the bedroom, "Please make yourself at home." The remark was unpremeditated, like most of his actions; it was what he felt inclined to say. To Aziz it had a very definite meaning. "May I really, Mr. Fielding? It's very good of you," he called back; "I like unconventional behaviour so extremely." His spirits flared ... | herd-instinct does not flourish. The remark that did him most harm at the club was a silly aside to the effect that the so-called white races are really pinko-grey. He only said this to be cheery, he did not realize that "white" has no more to do with a colour than "God save the King" with a god, and that it is the hei... | this morning? Perhaps pale. And the Civil Surgeon is pale too, he will not be able to attend upon him when the shivering commences. I should have been sent for instead. Then we would have had jolly talks, for you are a celebrated student of Persian poetry." "You know me by sight, then." "Of course, of course. You know ... | A Passage To India |
"Come in with it if you don't mind the unconventionality." | Cyril Fielding | "Here it is," he cried.<|quote|>"Come in with it if you don't mind the unconventionality."</|quote|>"One minute again." Replacing his | had brought him from Europe. "Here it is," he cried.<|quote|>"Come in with it if you don't mind the unconventionality."</|quote|>"One minute again." Replacing his collar, he prayed that it | "No, no, one in my pocket." Stepping aside, so that his outline might vanish, he wrenched off his collar, and pulled out of his shirt the back stud, a gold stud, which was part of a set that his brother-in-law had brought him from Europe. "Here it is," he cried.<|quote|>"Come in with it if you don't mind the unconventi... | this much through the ground glass of the bedroom door. "Jolly good. What next? Have I not a venerable white beard?" "Blast!" "Anything wrong?" "I've stamped on my last collar stud." "Take mine, take mine." "Have you a spare one?" "Yes, yes, one minute." "Not if you're wearing it yourself." "No, no, one in my pocket." ... | I should have been sent for instead. Then we would have had jolly talks, for you are a celebrated student of Persian poetry." "You know me by sight, then." "Of course, of course. You know me?" "I know you very well by name." "I have been here such a short time, and always in the bazaar. No wonder you have never seen me... | bedroom, "Please make yourself at home." The remark was unpremeditated, like most of his actions; it was what he felt inclined to say. To Aziz it had a very definite meaning. "May I really, Mr. Fielding? It's very good of you," he called back; "I like unconventional behaviour so extremely." His spirits flared up, he gl... | not flourish. The remark that did him most harm at the club was a silly aside to the effect that the so-called white races are really pinko-grey. He only said this to be cheery, he did not realize that "white" has no more to do with a colour than "God save the King" with a god, and that it is the height of impropriety ... | "I said to myself, How does Mr. Fielding look this morning? Perhaps pale. And the Civil Surgeon is pale too, he will not be able to attend upon him when the shivering commences. I should have been sent for instead. Then we would have had jolly talks, for you are a celebrated student of Persian poetry." "You know me by ... | A Passage To India |
"One minute again." | Dr. Aziz | you don't mind the unconventionality."<|quote|>"One minute again."</|quote|>Replacing his collar, he prayed | "Come in with it if you don't mind the unconventionality."<|quote|>"One minute again."</|quote|>Replacing his collar, he prayed that it would not spring | his outline might vanish, he wrenched off his collar, and pulled out of his shirt the back stud, a gold stud, which was part of a set that his brother-in-law had brought him from Europe. "Here it is," he cried. "Come in with it if you don't mind the unconventionality."<|quote|>"One minute again."</|quote|>Replacing his... | "Jolly good. What next? Have I not a venerable white beard?" "Blast!" "Anything wrong?" "I've stamped on my last collar stud." "Take mine, take mine." "Have you a spare one?" "Yes, yes, one minute." "Not if you're wearing it yourself." "No, no, one in my pocket." Stepping aside, so that his outline might vanish, he wre... | have had jolly talks, for you are a celebrated student of Persian poetry." "You know me by sight, then." "Of course, of course. You know me?" "I know you very well by name." "I have been here such a short time, and always in the bazaar. No wonder you have never seen me, and I wonder you know my name. I say, Mr. Fieldin... | like most of his actions; it was what he felt inclined to say. To Aziz it had a very definite meaning. "May I really, Mr. Fielding? It's very good of you," he called back; "I like unconventional behaviour so extremely." His spirits flared up, he glanced round the living-room. Some luxury in it, but no order nothing to ... | the club was a silly aside to the effect that the so-called white races are really pinko-grey. He only said this to be cheery, he did not realize that "white" has no more to do with a colour than "God save the King" with a god, and that it is the height of impropriety to consider what it does connote. The pinko-grey ma... | poor Indians. It was also a very beautiful room, opening into the garden through three high arches of wood. "The fact is I have long wanted to meet you," he continued. "I have heard so much about your warm heart from the Nawab Bahadur. But where is one to meet in a wretched hole like Chandrapore?" He came close up to t... | A Passage To India |
Replacing his collar, he prayed that it would not spring up at the back during tea. Fielding's bearer, who was helping him to dress, opened the door for him. | No speaker | the unconventionality." "One minute again."<|quote|>Replacing his collar, he prayed that it would not spring up at the back during tea. Fielding's bearer, who was helping him to dress, opened the door for him.</|quote|>"Many thanks." They shook hands | it if you don't mind the unconventionality." "One minute again."<|quote|>Replacing his collar, he prayed that it would not spring up at the back during tea. Fielding's bearer, who was helping him to dress, opened the door for him.</|quote|>"Many thanks." They shook hands smiling. He began to look | vanish, he wrenched off his collar, and pulled out of his shirt the back stud, a gold stud, which was part of a set that his brother-in-law had brought him from Europe. "Here it is," he cried. "Come in with it if you don't mind the unconventionality." "One minute again."<|quote|>Replacing his collar, he prayed that it ... | next? Have I not a venerable white beard?" "Blast!" "Anything wrong?" "I've stamped on my last collar stud." "Take mine, take mine." "Have you a spare one?" "Yes, yes, one minute." "Not if you're wearing it yourself." "No, no, one in my pocket." Stepping aside, so that his outline might vanish, he wrenched off his coll... | talks, for you are a celebrated student of Persian poetry." "You know me by sight, then." "Of course, of course. You know me?" "I know you very well by name." "I have been here such a short time, and always in the bazaar. No wonder you have never seen me, and I wonder you know my name. I say, Mr. Fielding?" "Yes?" "Gue... | his actions; it was what he felt inclined to say. To Aziz it had a very definite meaning. "May I really, Mr. Fielding? It's very good of you," he called back; "I like unconventional behaviour so extremely." His spirits flared up, he glanced round the living-room. Some luxury in it, but no order nothing to intimidate po... | a silly aside to the effect that the so-called white races are really pinko-grey. He only said this to be cheery, he did not realize that "white" has no more to do with a colour than "God save the King" with a god, and that it is the height of impropriety to consider what it does connote. The pinko-grey male whom he ad... | called back; "I like unconventional behaviour so extremely." His spirits flared up, he glanced round the living-room. Some luxury in it, but no order nothing to intimidate poor Indians. It was also a very beautiful room, opening into the garden through three high arches of wood. "The fact is I have long wanted to meet ... | A Passage To India |
"Many thanks." | Cyril Fielding | opened the door for him.<|quote|>"Many thanks."</|quote|>They shook hands smiling. He | was helping him to dress, opened the door for him.<|quote|>"Many thanks."</|quote|>They shook hands smiling. He began to look round, as | him from Europe. "Here it is," he cried. "Come in with it if you don't mind the unconventionality." "One minute again." Replacing his collar, he prayed that it would not spring up at the back during tea. Fielding's bearer, who was helping him to dress, opened the door for him.<|quote|>"Many thanks."</|quote|>They shook... | one minute." "Not if you're wearing it yourself." "No, no, one in my pocket." Stepping aside, so that his outline might vanish, he wrenched off his collar, and pulled out of his shirt the back stud, a gold stud, which was part of a set that his brother-in-law had brought him from Europe. "Here it is," he cried. "Come i... | name." "I have been here such a short time, and always in the bazaar. No wonder you have never seen me, and I wonder you know my name. I say, Mr. Fielding?" "Yes?" "Guess what I look like before you come out. That will be a kind of game." "You're five feet nine inches high," said Fielding, surmising this much through t... | called back; "I like unconventional behaviour so extremely." His spirits flared up, he glanced round the living-room. Some luxury in it, but no order nothing to intimidate poor Indians. It was also a very beautiful room, opening into the garden through three high arches of wood. "The fact is I have long wanted to meet ... | more to do with a colour than "God save the King" with a god, and that it is the height of impropriety to consider what it does connote. The pinko-grey male whom he addressed was subtly scandalized; his sense of insecurity was awoken, and he communicated it to the rest of the herd. Still, the men tolerated him for the ... | because they were new-comers who would view everything with an equal if superficial eye, and would not turn on a special voice when speaking to his other guests. The College itself had been slapped down by the Public Works Department, but its grounds included an ancient garden and a garden-house, and here he lived for ... | A Passage To India |
They shook hands smiling. He began to look round, as he would have with any old friend. Fielding was not surprised at the rapidity of their intimacy. With so emotional a people it was apt to come at once or never, and he and Aziz, having heard only good of each other, could afford to dispense with preliminaries. | No speaker | door for him. "Many thanks."<|quote|>They shook hands smiling. He began to look round, as he would have with any old friend. Fielding was not surprised at the rapidity of their intimacy. With so emotional a people it was apt to come at once or never, and he and Aziz, having heard only good of each other, could afford t... | him to dress, opened the door for him. "Many thanks."<|quote|>They shook hands smiling. He began to look round, as he would have with any old friend. Fielding was not surprised at the rapidity of their intimacy. With so emotional a people it was apt to come at once or never, and he and Aziz, having heard only good of e... | Europe. "Here it is," he cried. "Come in with it if you don't mind the unconventionality." "One minute again." Replacing his collar, he prayed that it would not spring up at the back during tea. Fielding's bearer, who was helping him to dress, opened the door for him. "Many thanks."<|quote|>They shook hands smiling. He... | "Not if you're wearing it yourself." "No, no, one in my pocket." Stepping aside, so that his outline might vanish, he wrenched off his collar, and pulled out of his shirt the back stud, a gold stud, which was part of a set that his brother-in-law had brought him from Europe. "Here it is," he cried. "Come in with it if ... | have been here such a short time, and always in the bazaar. No wonder you have never seen me, and I wonder you know my name. I say, Mr. Fielding?" "Yes?" "Guess what I look like before you come out. That will be a kind of game." "You're five feet nine inches high," said Fielding, surmising this much through the ground ... | "I like unconventional behaviour so extremely." His spirits flared up, he glanced round the living-room. Some luxury in it, but no order nothing to intimidate poor Indians. It was also a very beautiful room, opening into the garden through three high arches of wood. "The fact is I have long wanted to meet you," he cont... | do with a colour than "God save the King" with a god, and that it is the height of impropriety to consider what it does connote. The pinko-grey male whom he addressed was subtly scandalized; his sense of insecurity was awoken, and he communicated it to the rest of the herd. Still, the men tolerated him for the sake of ... | well by name." "I have been here such a short time, and always in the bazaar. No wonder you have never seen me, and I wonder you know my name. I say, Mr. Fielding?" "Yes?" "Guess what I look like before you come out. That will be a kind of game." "You're five feet nine inches high," said Fielding, surmising this much t... | A Passage To India |
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