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"Enquire from Dr. Panna Lal." | Dr. Aziz | best," they thought; "so genial."<|quote|>"Enquire from Dr. Panna Lal."</|quote|>"You're sure I don't tire | pleased. "An Englishman at his best," they thought; "so genial."<|quote|>"Enquire from Dr. Panna Lal."</|quote|>"You're sure I don't tire you by stopping?" "Why, no! | recover, seeing you." "Forgive my mistakes," said Rafi, to consolidate himself. "Well, are you ill, Aziz, or aren't you?" Fielding repeated. "No doubt Major Callendar has told you that I am shamming." "Well, are you?" The company laughed, friendly and pleased. "An Englishman at his best," they thought; "so genial."<|qu... | are touched by this great kindness." "Don't talk to him like that, he doesn't want it, and he doesn't want three chairs; he's not three Englishmen," he flashed. "Rafi, come here. Sit down again. I'm delighted you could come with Mr. Hamidullah, my dear boy; it will help me to recover, seeing you." "Forgive my mistakes,... | down," coldly. What a room! What a meeting! Squalor and ugly talk, the floor strewn with fragments of cane and nuts, and spotted with ink, the pictures crooked upon the dirty walls, no punkah! He hadn't meant to live like this or among these third-rate people. And in his confusion he thought only of the insignificant R... | said Ram Chand. "Exactly, exactly," agreed Hamidullah, anxious to avoid an unpleasantness. Quarrels spread so quickly and so far, and Messrs. Syed Mohammed and Haq looked cross, and ready to fly out. "You must apologize properly, Rafi, I can see your uncle wishes it," he said. "You have not yet said that you are sorry ... | remained for ever unknown. He loathed his young colleague since the disasters with Dapple, and he would have liked to do him a bad turn and report to Major Callendar that he was shamming. But he might want a day in bed himself soon, besides, though Major Callendar always believed the worst of natives, he never believed... | have not yet said that you are sorry for the trouble you have caused this gentleman by your carelessness." "It is only a boy," said Dr. Panna Lal, appeased. "Even boys must learn," said Ram Chand. "Your own son failing to pass the lowest standard, I think," said Syed Mohammed suddenly. "Oh, indeed? Oh yes, perhaps. He ... | A Passage To India |
"You're sure I don't tire you by stopping?" | Cyril Fielding | "Enquire from Dr. Panna Lal."<|quote|>"You're sure I don't tire you by stopping?"</|quote|>"Why, no! There are six | best," they thought; "so genial." "Enquire from Dr. Panna Lal."<|quote|>"You're sure I don't tire you by stopping?"</|quote|>"Why, no! There are six people present in my small | mistakes," said Rafi, to consolidate himself. "Well, are you ill, Aziz, or aren't you?" Fielding repeated. "No doubt Major Callendar has told you that I am shamming." "Well, are you?" The company laughed, friendly and pleased. "An Englishman at his best," they thought; "so genial." "Enquire from Dr. Panna Lal."<|quote|... | kindness." "Don't talk to him like that, he doesn't want it, and he doesn't want three chairs; he's not three Englishmen," he flashed. "Rafi, come here. Sit down again. I'm delighted you could come with Mr. Hamidullah, my dear boy; it will help me to recover, seeing you." "Forgive my mistakes," said Rafi, to consolidat... | What a meeting! Squalor and ugly talk, the floor strewn with fragments of cane and nuts, and spotted with ink, the pictures crooked upon the dirty walls, no punkah! He hadn't meant to live like this or among these third-rate people. And in his confusion he thought only of the insignificant Rafi, whom he had laughed at,... | agreed Hamidullah, anxious to avoid an unpleasantness. Quarrels spread so quickly and so far, and Messrs. Syed Mohammed and Haq looked cross, and ready to fly out. "You must apologize properly, Rafi, I can see your uncle wishes it," he said. "You have not yet said that you are sorry for the trouble you have caused this... | loathed his young colleague since the disasters with Dapple, and he would have liked to do him a bad turn and report to Major Callendar that he was shamming. But he might want a day in bed himself soon, besides, though Major Callendar always believed the worst of natives, he never believed them when they carried tales ... | Englishman honour, struck with a sugar-cane at the coil of flies. Aziz said, "Sit down," coldly. What a room! What a meeting! Squalor and ugly talk, the floor strewn with fragments of cane and nuts, and spotted with ink, the pictures crooked upon the dirty walls, no punkah! He hadn't meant to live like this or among th... | A Passage To India |
"Why, no! There are six people present in my small room already. Please remain seated, if you will excuse the informality." | Dr. Aziz | don't tire you by stopping?"<|quote|>"Why, no! There are six people present in my small room already. Please remain seated, if you will excuse the informality."</|quote|>He turned away and continued | Panna Lal." "You're sure I don't tire you by stopping?"<|quote|>"Why, no! There are six people present in my small room already. Please remain seated, if you will excuse the informality."</|quote|>He turned away and continued to address Rafi, who was | you ill, Aziz, or aren't you?" Fielding repeated. "No doubt Major Callendar has told you that I am shamming." "Well, are you?" The company laughed, friendly and pleased. "An Englishman at his best," they thought; "so genial." "Enquire from Dr. Panna Lal." "You're sure I don't tire you by stopping?"<|quote|>"Why, no! Th... | doesn't want it, and he doesn't want three chairs; he's not three Englishmen," he flashed. "Rafi, come here. Sit down again. I'm delighted you could come with Mr. Hamidullah, my dear boy; it will help me to recover, seeing you." "Forgive my mistakes," said Rafi, to consolidate himself. "Well, are you ill, Aziz, or aren... | floor strewn with fragments of cane and nuts, and spotted with ink, the pictures crooked upon the dirty walls, no punkah! He hadn't meant to live like this or among these third-rate people. And in his confusion he thought only of the insignificant Rafi, whom he had laughed at, and allowed to be teased. The boy must be ... | spread so quickly and so far, and Messrs. Syed Mohammed and Haq looked cross, and ready to fly out. "You must apologize properly, Rafi, I can see your uncle wishes it," he said. "You have not yet said that you are sorry for the trouble you have caused this gentleman by your carelessness." "It is only a boy," said Dr. P... | Dapple, and he would have liked to do him a bad turn and report to Major Callendar that he was shamming. But he might want a day in bed himself soon, besides, though Major Callendar always believed the worst of natives, he never believed them when they carried tales about one another. Sympathy seemed the safer course. ... | diarrh a." "We are in some anxiety over him he and Dr. Aziz are great friends. If you could tell us the name of his complaint we should be grateful to you." After a cautious pause he said, "H morrhoids." "And so much, my dear Rafi, for your cholera," hooted Aziz, unable to restrain himself. "Cholera, cholera, what next... | A Passage To India |
He turned away and continued to address Rafi, who was terrified at the arrival of his Principal, remembered that he had tried to spread slander about him, and yearned to get away. | No speaker | you will excuse the informality."<|quote|>He turned away and continued to address Rafi, who was terrified at the arrival of his Principal, remembered that he had tried to spread slander about him, and yearned to get away.</|quote|>"He is ill and he | already. Please remain seated, if you will excuse the informality."<|quote|>He turned away and continued to address Rafi, who was terrified at the arrival of his Principal, remembered that he had tried to spread slander about him, and yearned to get away.</|quote|>"He is ill and he is not ill," said Hamidullah, | you?" The company laughed, friendly and pleased. "An Englishman at his best," they thought; "so genial." "Enquire from Dr. Panna Lal." "You're sure I don't tire you by stopping?" "Why, no! There are six people present in my small room already. Please remain seated, if you will excuse the informality."<|quote|>He turned... | I'm delighted you could come with Mr. Hamidullah, my dear boy; it will help me to recover, seeing you." "Forgive my mistakes," said Rafi, to consolidate himself. "Well, are you ill, Aziz, or aren't you?" Fielding repeated. "No doubt Major Callendar has told you that I am shamming." "Well, are you?" The company laughed,... | He hadn't meant to live like this or among these third-rate people. And in his confusion he thought only of the insignificant Rafi, whom he had laughed at, and allowed to be teased. The boy must be sent away happy, or hospitality would have failed, along the whole line. "It is good of Mr. Fielding to condescend to visi... | apologize properly, Rafi, I can see your uncle wishes it," he said. "You have not yet said that you are sorry for the trouble you have caused this gentleman by your carelessness." "It is only a boy," said Dr. Panna Lal, appeased. "Even boys must learn," said Ram Chand. "Your own son failing to pass the lowest standard,... | But he might want a day in bed himself soon, besides, though Major Callendar always believed the worst of natives, he never believed them when they carried tales about one another. Sympathy seemed the safer course. "How is stomach?" he enquired, "how head?" And catching sight of the empty cup, he recommended a milk die... | the doctor, greatly fussed. "Who spreads such untrue reports about my patients?" Hamidullah pointed to the culprit. "I hear cholera, I hear bubonic plague, I hear every species of lie. Where will it end, I ask myself sometimes. This city is full of misstatements, and the originators of them ought to be discovered and p... | A Passage To India |
"He is ill and he is not ill," | Hamidullah | and yearned to get away.<|quote|>"He is ill and he is not ill,"</|quote|>said Hamidullah, offering a cigarette. | to spread slander about him, and yearned to get away.<|quote|>"He is ill and he is not ill,"</|quote|>said Hamidullah, offering a cigarette. "And I suppose that most | are six people present in my small room already. Please remain seated, if you will excuse the informality." He turned away and continued to address Rafi, who was terrified at the arrival of his Principal, remembered that he had tried to spread slander about him, and yearned to get away.<|quote|>"He is ill and he is not... | or aren't you?" Fielding repeated. "No doubt Major Callendar has told you that I am shamming." "Well, are you?" The company laughed, friendly and pleased. "An Englishman at his best," they thought; "so genial." "Enquire from Dr. Panna Lal." "You're sure I don't tire you by stopping?" "Why, no! There are six people pres... | teased. The boy must be sent away happy, or hospitality would have failed, along the whole line. "It is good of Mr. Fielding to condescend to visit our friend," said the police inspector. "We are touched by this great kindness." "Don't talk to him like that, he doesn't want it, and he doesn't want three chairs; he's no... | "It is only a boy," said Dr. Panna Lal, appeased. "Even boys must learn," said Ram Chand. "Your own son failing to pass the lowest standard, I think," said Syed Mohammed suddenly. "Oh, indeed? Oh yes, perhaps. He has not the advantage of a relative in the Prosperity Printing Press." "Nor you the advantage of conducting... | seemed the safer course. "How is stomach?" he enquired, "how head?" And catching sight of the empty cup, he recommended a milk diet. "This is a great relief to us, it is very good of you to call, Doctor Sahib," Said Hamidullah, buttering him up a bit. "It is only my duty." "We know how busy you are." "Yes, that is true... | the coil of flies. Aziz said, "Sit down," coldly. What a room! What a meeting! Squalor and ugly talk, the floor strewn with fragments of cane and nuts, and spotted with ink, the pictures crooked upon the dirty walls, no punkah! He hadn't meant to live like this or among these third-rate people. And in his confusion he ... | A Passage To India |
said Hamidullah, offering a cigarette. | No speaker | and he is not ill,"<|quote|>said Hamidullah, offering a cigarette.</|quote|>"And I suppose that most | get away. "He is ill and he is not ill,"<|quote|>said Hamidullah, offering a cigarette.</|quote|>"And I suppose that most of us are in that | already. Please remain seated, if you will excuse the informality." He turned away and continued to address Rafi, who was terrified at the arrival of his Principal, remembered that he had tried to spread slander about him, and yearned to get away. "He is ill and he is not ill,"<|quote|>said Hamidullah, offering a cigar... | Callendar has told you that I am shamming." "Well, are you?" The company laughed, friendly and pleased. "An Englishman at his best," they thought; "so genial." "Enquire from Dr. Panna Lal." "You're sure I don't tire you by stopping?" "Why, no! There are six people present in my small room already. Please remain seated,... | or hospitality would have failed, along the whole line. "It is good of Mr. Fielding to condescend to visit our friend," said the police inspector. "We are touched by this great kindness." "Don't talk to him like that, he doesn't want it, and he doesn't want three chairs; he's not three Englishmen," he flashed. "Rafi, c... | Lal, appeased. "Even boys must learn," said Ram Chand. "Your own son failing to pass the lowest standard, I think," said Syed Mohammed suddenly. "Oh, indeed? Oh yes, perhaps. He has not the advantage of a relative in the Prosperity Printing Press." "Nor you the advantage of conducting their cases in the Courts any long... | enquired, "how head?" And catching sight of the empty cup, he recommended a milk diet. "This is a great relief to us, it is very good of you to call, Doctor Sahib," Said Hamidullah, buttering him up a bit. "It is only my duty." "We know how busy you are." "Yes, that is true." "And how much illness there is in the city.... | isn't he ill?" Mr. Fielding had entered unobserved. All rose to their feet, and Hassan, to do an Englishman honour, struck with a sugar-cane at the coil of flies. Aziz said, "Sit down," coldly. What a room! What a meeting! Squalor and ugly talk, the floor strewn with fragments of cane and nuts, and spotted with ink, th... | A Passage To India |
"And I suppose that most of us are in that same case." | Hamidullah | said Hamidullah, offering a cigarette.<|quote|>"And I suppose that most of us are in that same case."</|quote|>Fielding agreed; he and the | and he is not ill," said Hamidullah, offering a cigarette.<|quote|>"And I suppose that most of us are in that same case."</|quote|>Fielding agreed; he and the pleasant sensitive barrister got on | you will excuse the informality." He turned away and continued to address Rafi, who was terrified at the arrival of his Principal, remembered that he had tried to spread slander about him, and yearned to get away. "He is ill and he is not ill," said Hamidullah, offering a cigarette.<|quote|>"And I suppose that most of ... | I am shamming." "Well, are you?" The company laughed, friendly and pleased. "An Englishman at his best," they thought; "so genial." "Enquire from Dr. Panna Lal." "You're sure I don't tire you by stopping?" "Why, no! There are six people present in my small room already. Please remain seated, if you will excuse the info... | along the whole line. "It is good of Mr. Fielding to condescend to visit our friend," said the police inspector. "We are touched by this great kindness." "Don't talk to him like that, he doesn't want it, and he doesn't want three chairs; he's not three Englishmen," he flashed. "Rafi, come here. Sit down again. I'm deli... | learn," said Ram Chand. "Your own son failing to pass the lowest standard, I think," said Syed Mohammed suddenly. "Oh, indeed? Oh yes, perhaps. He has not the advantage of a relative in the Prosperity Printing Press." "Nor you the advantage of conducting their cases in the Courts any longer." Their voices rose. They at... | sight of the empty cup, he recommended a milk diet. "This is a great relief to us, it is very good of you to call, Doctor Sahib," Said Hamidullah, buttering him up a bit. "It is only my duty." "We know how busy you are." "Yes, that is true." "And how much illness there is in the city." The doctor suspected a trap in th... | Courts any longer." Their voices rose. They attacked one another with obscure allusions and had a silly quarrel. Hamidullah and the doctor tried to make peace between them. In the midst of the din someone said, "I say! Is he ill or isn't he ill?" Mr. Fielding had entered unobserved. All rose to their feet, and Hassan, ... | A Passage To India |
Fielding agreed; he and the pleasant sensitive barrister got on well. They were fairly intimate and beginning to trust each other. | No speaker | are in that same case."<|quote|>Fielding agreed; he and the pleasant sensitive barrister got on well. They were fairly intimate and beginning to trust each other.</|quote|>"The whole world looks to | suppose that most of us are in that same case."<|quote|>Fielding agreed; he and the pleasant sensitive barrister got on well. They were fairly intimate and beginning to trust each other.</|quote|>"The whole world looks to be dying, still it doesn't | Rafi, who was terrified at the arrival of his Principal, remembered that he had tried to spread slander about him, and yearned to get away. "He is ill and he is not ill," said Hamidullah, offering a cigarette. "And I suppose that most of us are in that same case."<|quote|>Fielding agreed; he and the pleasant sensitive ... | "An Englishman at his best," they thought; "so genial." "Enquire from Dr. Panna Lal." "You're sure I don't tire you by stopping?" "Why, no! There are six people present in my small room already. Please remain seated, if you will excuse the informality." He turned away and continued to address Rafi, who was terrified at... | to visit our friend," said the police inspector. "We are touched by this great kindness." "Don't talk to him like that, he doesn't want it, and he doesn't want three chairs; he's not three Englishmen," he flashed. "Rafi, come here. Sit down again. I'm delighted you could come with Mr. Hamidullah, my dear boy; it will h... | standard, I think," said Syed Mohammed suddenly. "Oh, indeed? Oh yes, perhaps. He has not the advantage of a relative in the Prosperity Printing Press." "Nor you the advantage of conducting their cases in the Courts any longer." Their voices rose. They attacked one another with obscure allusions and had a silly quarrel... | a great relief to us, it is very good of you to call, Doctor Sahib," Said Hamidullah, buttering him up a bit. "It is only my duty." "We know how busy you are." "Yes, that is true." "And how much illness there is in the city." The doctor suspected a trap in this remark; if he admitted that there was or was not illness, ... | line. "It is good of Mr. Fielding to condescend to visit our friend," said the police inspector. "We are touched by this great kindness." "Don't talk to him like that, he doesn't want it, and he doesn't want three chairs; he's not three Englishmen," he flashed. "Rafi, come here. Sit down again. I'm delighted you could ... | A Passage To India |
"The whole world looks to be dying, still it doesn't die, so we must assume the existence of a beneficent Providence." | Hamidullah | beginning to trust each other.<|quote|>"The whole world looks to be dying, still it doesn't die, so we must assume the existence of a beneficent Providence."</|quote|>"Oh, that is true, how | They were fairly intimate and beginning to trust each other.<|quote|>"The whole world looks to be dying, still it doesn't die, so we must assume the existence of a beneficent Providence."</|quote|>"Oh, that is true, how true!" said the policeman, thinking | yearned to get away. "He is ill and he is not ill," said Hamidullah, offering a cigarette. "And I suppose that most of us are in that same case." Fielding agreed; he and the pleasant sensitive barrister got on well. They were fairly intimate and beginning to trust each other.<|quote|>"The whole world looks to be dying,... | stopping?" "Why, no! There are six people present in my small room already. Please remain seated, if you will excuse the informality." He turned away and continued to address Rafi, who was terrified at the arrival of his Principal, remembered that he had tried to spread slander about him, and yearned to get away. "He i... | he doesn't want it, and he doesn't want three chairs; he's not three Englishmen," he flashed. "Rafi, come here. Sit down again. I'm delighted you could come with Mr. Hamidullah, my dear boy; it will help me to recover, seeing you." "Forgive my mistakes," said Rafi, to consolidate himself. "Well, are you ill, Aziz, or a... | the Prosperity Printing Press." "Nor you the advantage of conducting their cases in the Courts any longer." Their voices rose. They attacked one another with obscure allusions and had a silly quarrel. Hamidullah and the doctor tried to make peace between them. In the midst of the din someone said, "I say! Is he ill or ... | bit. "It is only my duty." "We know how busy you are." "Yes, that is true." "And how much illness there is in the city." The doctor suspected a trap in this remark; if he admitted that there was or was not illness, either statement might be used against him. "There is always illness," he replied, "and I am always busy ... | is good of Mr. Fielding to condescend to visit our friend," said the police inspector. "We are touched by this great kindness." "Don't talk to him like that, he doesn't want it, and he doesn't want three chairs; he's not three Englishmen," he flashed. "Rafi, come here. Sit down again. I'm delighted you could come with ... | A Passage To India |
"Oh, that is true, how true!" | Mr. Haq | existence of a beneficent Providence."<|quote|>"Oh, that is true, how true!"</|quote|>said the policeman, thinking religion | so we must assume the existence of a beneficent Providence."<|quote|>"Oh, that is true, how true!"</|quote|>said the policeman, thinking religion had been praised. "Does Mr. | most of us are in that same case." Fielding agreed; he and the pleasant sensitive barrister got on well. They were fairly intimate and beginning to trust each other. "The whole world looks to be dying, still it doesn't die, so we must assume the existence of a beneficent Providence."<|quote|>"Oh, that is true, how true... | informality." He turned away and continued to address Rafi, who was terrified at the arrival of his Principal, remembered that he had tried to spread slander about him, and yearned to get away. "He is ill and he is not ill," said Hamidullah, offering a cigarette. "And I suppose that most of us are in that same case." F... | again. I'm delighted you could come with Mr. Hamidullah, my dear boy; it will help me to recover, seeing you." "Forgive my mistakes," said Rafi, to consolidate himself. "Well, are you ill, Aziz, or aren't you?" Fielding repeated. "No doubt Major Callendar has told you that I am shamming." "Well, are you?" The company l... | attacked one another with obscure allusions and had a silly quarrel. Hamidullah and the doctor tried to make peace between them. In the midst of the din someone said, "I say! Is he ill or isn't he ill?" Mr. Fielding had entered unobserved. All rose to their feet, and Hassan, to do an Englishman honour, struck with a su... | is in the city." The doctor suspected a trap in this remark; if he admitted that there was or was not illness, either statement might be used against him. "There is always illness," he replied, "and I am always busy it is a doctor's nature." "He has not a minute, he is due double sharp at Government College now," said ... | or hospitality would have failed, along the whole line. "It is good of Mr. Fielding to condescend to visit our friend," said the police inspector. "We are touched by this great kindness." "Don't talk to him like that, he doesn't want it, and he doesn't want three chairs; he's not three Englishmen," he flashed. "Rafi, c... | A Passage To India |
said the policeman, thinking religion had been praised. | No speaker | that is true, how true!"<|quote|>said the policeman, thinking religion had been praised.</|quote|>"Does Mr. Fielding think it's | of a beneficent Providence." "Oh, that is true, how true!"<|quote|>said the policeman, thinking religion had been praised.</|quote|>"Does Mr. Fielding think it's true?." "Think which true? The | same case." Fielding agreed; he and the pleasant sensitive barrister got on well. They were fairly intimate and beginning to trust each other. "The whole world looks to be dying, still it doesn't die, so we must assume the existence of a beneficent Providence." "Oh, that is true, how true!"<|quote|>said the policeman, ... | to address Rafi, who was terrified at the arrival of his Principal, remembered that he had tried to spread slander about him, and yearned to get away. "He is ill and he is not ill," said Hamidullah, offering a cigarette. "And I suppose that most of us are in that same case." Fielding agreed; he and the pleasant sensiti... | with Mr. Hamidullah, my dear boy; it will help me to recover, seeing you." "Forgive my mistakes," said Rafi, to consolidate himself. "Well, are you ill, Aziz, or aren't you?" Fielding repeated. "No doubt Major Callendar has told you that I am shamming." "Well, are you?" The company laughed, friendly and pleased. "An En... | and had a silly quarrel. Hamidullah and the doctor tried to make peace between them. In the midst of the din someone said, "I say! Is he ill or isn't he ill?" Mr. Fielding had entered unobserved. All rose to their feet, and Hassan, to do an Englishman honour, struck with a sugar-cane at the coil of flies. Aziz said, "S... | suspected a trap in this remark; if he admitted that there was or was not illness, either statement might be used against him. "There is always illness," he replied, "and I am always busy it is a doctor's nature." "He has not a minute, he is due double sharp at Government College now," said Ram Chand. "You attend Profe... | isn't he ill?" Mr. Fielding had entered unobserved. All rose to their feet, and Hassan, to do an Englishman honour, struck with a sugar-cane at the coil of flies. Aziz said, "Sit down," coldly. What a room! What a meeting! Squalor and ugly talk, the floor strewn with fragments of cane and nuts, and spotted with ink, th... | A Passage To India |
"Does Mr. Fielding think it's true?." | Hamidullah | thinking religion had been praised.<|quote|>"Does Mr. Fielding think it's true?."</|quote|>"Think which true? The world | how true!" said the policeman, thinking religion had been praised.<|quote|>"Does Mr. Fielding think it's true?."</|quote|>"Think which true? The world isn't dying. I'm certain of | sensitive barrister got on well. They were fairly intimate and beginning to trust each other. "The whole world looks to be dying, still it doesn't die, so we must assume the existence of a beneficent Providence." "Oh, that is true, how true!" said the policeman, thinking religion had been praised.<|quote|>"Does Mr. Fie... | arrival of his Principal, remembered that he had tried to spread slander about him, and yearned to get away. "He is ill and he is not ill," said Hamidullah, offering a cigarette. "And I suppose that most of us are in that same case." Fielding agreed; he and the pleasant sensitive barrister got on well. They were fairly... | help me to recover, seeing you." "Forgive my mistakes," said Rafi, to consolidate himself. "Well, are you ill, Aziz, or aren't you?" Fielding repeated. "No doubt Major Callendar has told you that I am shamming." "Well, are you?" The company laughed, friendly and pleased. "An Englishman at his best," they thought; "so g... | doctor tried to make peace between them. In the midst of the din someone said, "I say! Is he ill or isn't he ill?" Mr. Fielding had entered unobserved. All rose to their feet, and Hassan, to do an Englishman honour, struck with a sugar-cane at the coil of flies. Aziz said, "Sit down," coldly. What a room! What a meetin... | admitted that there was or was not illness, either statement might be used against him. "There is always illness," he replied, "and I am always busy it is a doctor's nature." "He has not a minute, he is due double sharp at Government College now," said Ram Chand. "You attend Professor Godbole there perhaps?" The doctor... | you the advantage of conducting their cases in the Courts any longer." Their voices rose. They attacked one another with obscure allusions and had a silly quarrel. Hamidullah and the doctor tried to make peace between them. In the midst of the din someone said, "I say! Is he ill or isn't he ill?" Mr. Fielding had enter... | A Passage To India |
"Think which true? The world isn't dying. I'm certain of that!" | Cyril Fielding | Mr. Fielding think it's true?."<|quote|>"Think which true? The world isn't dying. I'm certain of that!"</|quote|>"No, no the existence of | religion had been praised. "Does Mr. Fielding think it's true?."<|quote|>"Think which true? The world isn't dying. I'm certain of that!"</|quote|>"No, no the existence of Providence." "Well, I don't believe | were fairly intimate and beginning to trust each other. "The whole world looks to be dying, still it doesn't die, so we must assume the existence of a beneficent Providence." "Oh, that is true, how true!" said the policeman, thinking religion had been praised. "Does Mr. Fielding think it's true?."<|quote|>"Think which ... | he had tried to spread slander about him, and yearned to get away. "He is ill and he is not ill," said Hamidullah, offering a cigarette. "And I suppose that most of us are in that same case." Fielding agreed; he and the pleasant sensitive barrister got on well. They were fairly intimate and beginning to trust each othe... | "Forgive my mistakes," said Rafi, to consolidate himself. "Well, are you ill, Aziz, or aren't you?" Fielding repeated. "No doubt Major Callendar has told you that I am shamming." "Well, are you?" The company laughed, friendly and pleased. "An Englishman at his best," they thought; "so genial." "Enquire from Dr. Panna L... | them. In the midst of the din someone said, "I say! Is he ill or isn't he ill?" Mr. Fielding had entered unobserved. All rose to their feet, and Hassan, to do an Englishman honour, struck with a sugar-cane at the coil of flies. Aziz said, "Sit down," coldly. What a room! What a meeting! Squalor and ugly talk, the floor... | not illness, either statement might be used against him. "There is always illness," he replied, "and I am always busy it is a doctor's nature." "He has not a minute, he is due double sharp at Government College now," said Ram Chand. "You attend Professor Godbole there perhaps?" The doctor looked professional and was si... | will help me to recover, seeing you." "Forgive my mistakes," said Rafi, to consolidate himself. "Well, are you ill, Aziz, or aren't you?" Fielding repeated. "No doubt Major Callendar has told you that I am shamming." "Well, are you?" The company laughed, friendly and pleased. "An Englishman at his best," they thought; ... | A Passage To India |
"No, no the existence of Providence." | Hamidullah | dying. I'm certain of that!"<|quote|>"No, no the existence of Providence."</|quote|>"Well, I don't believe in | which true? The world isn't dying. I'm certain of that!"<|quote|>"No, no the existence of Providence."</|quote|>"Well, I don't believe in Providence." "But how then can | world looks to be dying, still it doesn't die, so we must assume the existence of a beneficent Providence." "Oh, that is true, how true!" said the policeman, thinking religion had been praised. "Does Mr. Fielding think it's true?." "Think which true? The world isn't dying. I'm certain of that!"<|quote|>"No, no the exis... | get away. "He is ill and he is not ill," said Hamidullah, offering a cigarette. "And I suppose that most of us are in that same case." Fielding agreed; he and the pleasant sensitive barrister got on well. They were fairly intimate and beginning to trust each other. "The whole world looks to be dying, still it doesn't d... | ill, Aziz, or aren't you?" Fielding repeated. "No doubt Major Callendar has told you that I am shamming." "Well, are you?" The company laughed, friendly and pleased. "An Englishman at his best," they thought; "so genial." "Enquire from Dr. Panna Lal." "You're sure I don't tire you by stopping?" "Why, no! There are six ... | Is he ill or isn't he ill?" Mr. Fielding had entered unobserved. All rose to their feet, and Hassan, to do an Englishman honour, struck with a sugar-cane at the coil of flies. Aziz said, "Sit down," coldly. What a room! What a meeting! Squalor and ugly talk, the floor strewn with fragments of cane and nuts, and spotted... | always illness," he replied, "and I am always busy it is a doctor's nature." "He has not a minute, he is due double sharp at Government College now," said Ram Chand. "You attend Professor Godbole there perhaps?" The doctor looked professional and was silent. "We hope his diarrh a is ceasing." "He progresses, but not fr... | use often gave the wrong meaning for words, and so led scholars into mistakes. "That is no reason you should bring a charge against a doctor," said Ram Chand. "Exactly, exactly," agreed Hamidullah, anxious to avoid an unpleasantness. Quarrels spread so quickly and so far, and Messrs. Syed Mohammed and Haq looked cross,... | A Passage To India |
"Well, I don't believe in Providence." | Cyril Fielding | no the existence of Providence."<|quote|>"Well, I don't believe in Providence."</|quote|>"But how then can you | I'm certain of that!" "No, no the existence of Providence."<|quote|>"Well, I don't believe in Providence."</|quote|>"But how then can you believe in God?" asked Syed | it doesn't die, so we must assume the existence of a beneficent Providence." "Oh, that is true, how true!" said the policeman, thinking religion had been praised. "Does Mr. Fielding think it's true?." "Think which true? The world isn't dying. I'm certain of that!" "No, no the existence of Providence."<|quote|>"Well, I ... | he is not ill," said Hamidullah, offering a cigarette. "And I suppose that most of us are in that same case." Fielding agreed; he and the pleasant sensitive barrister got on well. They were fairly intimate and beginning to trust each other. "The whole world looks to be dying, still it doesn't die, so we must assume the... | repeated. "No doubt Major Callendar has told you that I am shamming." "Well, are you?" The company laughed, friendly and pleased. "An Englishman at his best," they thought; "so genial." "Enquire from Dr. Panna Lal." "You're sure I don't tire you by stopping?" "Why, no! There are six people present in my small room alre... | ill?" Mr. Fielding had entered unobserved. All rose to their feet, and Hassan, to do an Englishman honour, struck with a sugar-cane at the coil of flies. Aziz said, "Sit down," coldly. What a room! What a meeting! Squalor and ugly talk, the floor strewn with fragments of cane and nuts, and spotted with ink, the picture... | am always busy it is a doctor's nature." "He has not a minute, he is due double sharp at Government College now," said Ram Chand. "You attend Professor Godbole there perhaps?" The doctor looked professional and was silent. "We hope his diarrh a is ceasing." "He progresses, but not from diarrh a." "We are in some anxiet... | he flashed. "Rafi, come here. Sit down again. I'm delighted you could come with Mr. Hamidullah, my dear boy; it will help me to recover, seeing you." "Forgive my mistakes," said Rafi, to consolidate himself. "Well, are you ill, Aziz, or aren't you?" Fielding repeated. "No doubt Major Callendar has told you that I am sh... | A Passage To India |
asked Syed Mohammed. | No speaker | can you believe in God?"<|quote|>asked Syed Mohammed.</|quote|>"I don't believe in God." | in Providence." "But how then can you believe in God?"<|quote|>asked Syed Mohammed.</|quote|>"I don't believe in God." A tiny movement as of | that is true, how true!" said the policeman, thinking religion had been praised. "Does Mr. Fielding think it's true?." "Think which true? The world isn't dying. I'm certain of that!" "No, no the existence of Providence." "Well, I don't believe in Providence." "But how then can you believe in God?"<|quote|>asked Syed Mo... | of us are in that same case." Fielding agreed; he and the pleasant sensitive barrister got on well. They were fairly intimate and beginning to trust each other. "The whole world looks to be dying, still it doesn't die, so we must assume the existence of a beneficent Providence." "Oh, that is true, how true!" said the p... | you?" The company laughed, friendly and pleased. "An Englishman at his best," they thought; "so genial." "Enquire from Dr. Panna Lal." "You're sure I don't tire you by stopping?" "Why, no! There are six people present in my small room already. Please remain seated, if you will excuse the informality." He turned away an... | do an Englishman honour, struck with a sugar-cane at the coil of flies. Aziz said, "Sit down," coldly. What a room! What a meeting! Squalor and ugly talk, the floor strewn with fragments of cane and nuts, and spotted with ink, the pictures crooked upon the dirty walls, no punkah! He hadn't meant to live like this or am... | is due double sharp at Government College now," said Ram Chand. "You attend Professor Godbole there perhaps?" The doctor looked professional and was silent. "We hope his diarrh a is ceasing." "He progresses, but not from diarrh a." "We are in some anxiety over him he and Dr. Aziz are great friends. If you could tell us... | "We are touched by this great kindness." "Don't talk to him like that, he doesn't want it, and he doesn't want three chairs; he's not three Englishmen," he flashed. "Rafi, come here. Sit down again. I'm delighted you could come with Mr. Hamidullah, my dear boy; it will help me to recover, seeing you." "Forgive my mista... | A Passage To India |
"I don't believe in God." | Cyril Fielding | in God?" asked Syed Mohammed.<|quote|>"I don't believe in God."</|quote|>A tiny movement as of | how then can you believe in God?" asked Syed Mohammed.<|quote|>"I don't believe in God."</|quote|>A tiny movement as of "I told you so!" passed | how true!" said the policeman, thinking religion had been praised. "Does Mr. Fielding think it's true?." "Think which true? The world isn't dying. I'm certain of that!" "No, no the existence of Providence." "Well, I don't believe in Providence." "But how then can you believe in God?" asked Syed Mohammed.<|quote|>"I don... | in that same case." Fielding agreed; he and the pleasant sensitive barrister got on well. They were fairly intimate and beginning to trust each other. "The whole world looks to be dying, still it doesn't die, so we must assume the existence of a beneficent Providence." "Oh, that is true, how true!" said the policeman, ... | laughed, friendly and pleased. "An Englishman at his best," they thought; "so genial." "Enquire from Dr. Panna Lal." "You're sure I don't tire you by stopping?" "Why, no! There are six people present in my small room already. Please remain seated, if you will excuse the informality." He turned away and continued to add... | honour, struck with a sugar-cane at the coil of flies. Aziz said, "Sit down," coldly. What a room! What a meeting! Squalor and ugly talk, the floor strewn with fragments of cane and nuts, and spotted with ink, the pictures crooked upon the dirty walls, no punkah! He hadn't meant to live like this or among these third-r... | sharp at Government College now," said Ram Chand. "You attend Professor Godbole there perhaps?" The doctor looked professional and was silent. "We hope his diarrh a is ceasing." "He progresses, but not from diarrh a." "We are in some anxiety over him he and Dr. Aziz are great friends. If you could tell us the name of h... | a silly quarrel. Hamidullah and the doctor tried to make peace between them. In the midst of the din someone said, "I say! Is he ill or isn't he ill?" Mr. Fielding had entered unobserved. All rose to their feet, and Hassan, to do an Englishman honour, struck with a sugar-cane at the coil of flies. Aziz said, "Sit down,... | A Passage To India |
A tiny movement as of "I told you so!" passed round the company, and Aziz looked up for an instant, scandalized. | No speaker | "I don't believe in God."<|quote|>A tiny movement as of "I told you so!" passed round the company, and Aziz looked up for an instant, scandalized.</|quote|>"Is it correct that most | in God?" asked Syed Mohammed. "I don't believe in God."<|quote|>A tiny movement as of "I told you so!" passed round the company, and Aziz looked up for an instant, scandalized.</|quote|>"Is it correct that most are atheists in England now?" | thinking religion had been praised. "Does Mr. Fielding think it's true?." "Think which true? The world isn't dying. I'm certain of that!" "No, no the existence of Providence." "Well, I don't believe in Providence." "But how then can you believe in God?" asked Syed Mohammed. "I don't believe in God."<|quote|>A tiny move... | agreed; he and the pleasant sensitive barrister got on well. They were fairly intimate and beginning to trust each other. "The whole world looks to be dying, still it doesn't die, so we must assume the existence of a beneficent Providence." "Oh, that is true, how true!" said the policeman, thinking religion had been pr... | Englishman at his best," they thought; "so genial." "Enquire from Dr. Panna Lal." "You're sure I don't tire you by stopping?" "Why, no! There are six people present in my small room already. Please remain seated, if you will excuse the informality." He turned away and continued to address Rafi, who was terrified at the... | at the coil of flies. Aziz said, "Sit down," coldly. What a room! What a meeting! Squalor and ugly talk, the floor strewn with fragments of cane and nuts, and spotted with ink, the pictures crooked upon the dirty walls, no punkah! He hadn't meant to live like this or among these third-rate people. And in his confusion ... | said Ram Chand. "You attend Professor Godbole there perhaps?" The doctor looked professional and was silent. "We hope his diarrh a is ceasing." "He progresses, but not from diarrh a." "We are in some anxiety over him he and Dr. Aziz are great friends. If you could tell us the name of his complaint we should be grateful... | another with obscure allusions and had a silly quarrel. Hamidullah and the doctor tried to make peace between them. In the midst of the din someone said, "I say! Is he ill or isn't he ill?" Mr. Fielding had entered unobserved. All rose to their feet, and Hassan, to do an Englishman honour, struck with a sugar-cane at t... | A Passage To India |
"Is it correct that most are atheists in England now?" | Hamidullah | up for an instant, scandalized.<|quote|>"Is it correct that most are atheists in England now?"</|quote|>Hamidullah enquired. "The educated thoughtful | the company, and Aziz looked up for an instant, scandalized.<|quote|>"Is it correct that most are atheists in England now?"</|quote|>Hamidullah enquired. "The educated thoughtful people? I should say so, | that!" "No, no the existence of Providence." "Well, I don't believe in Providence." "But how then can you believe in God?" asked Syed Mohammed. "I don't believe in God." A tiny movement as of "I told you so!" passed round the company, and Aziz looked up for an instant, scandalized.<|quote|>"Is it correct that most are ... | whole world looks to be dying, still it doesn't die, so we must assume the existence of a beneficent Providence." "Oh, that is true, how true!" said the policeman, thinking religion had been praised. "Does Mr. Fielding think it's true?." "Think which true? The world isn't dying. I'm certain of that!" "No, no the existe... | "Why, no! There are six people present in my small room already. Please remain seated, if you will excuse the informality." He turned away and continued to address Rafi, who was terrified at the arrival of his Principal, remembered that he had tried to spread slander about him, and yearned to get away. "He is ill and h... | floor strewn with fragments of cane and nuts, and spotted with ink, the pictures crooked upon the dirty walls, no punkah! He hadn't meant to live like this or among these third-rate people. And in his confusion he thought only of the insignificant Rafi, whom he had laughed at, and allowed to be teased. The boy must be ... | is ceasing." "He progresses, but not from diarrh a." "We are in some anxiety over him he and Dr. Aziz are great friends. If you could tell us the name of his complaint we should be grateful to you." After a cautious pause he said, "H morrhoids." "And so much, my dear Rafi, for your cholera," hooted Aziz, unable to rest... | silly quarrel. Hamidullah and the doctor tried to make peace between them. In the midst of the din someone said, "I say! Is he ill or isn't he ill?" Mr. Fielding had entered unobserved. All rose to their feet, and Hassan, to do an Englishman honour, struck with a sugar-cane at the coil of flies. Aziz said, "Sit down," ... | A Passage To India |
Hamidullah enquired. | No speaker | are atheists in England now?"<|quote|>Hamidullah enquired.</|quote|>"The educated thoughtful people? I | "Is it correct that most are atheists in England now?"<|quote|>Hamidullah enquired.</|quote|>"The educated thoughtful people? I should say so, though they | believe in Providence." "But how then can you believe in God?" asked Syed Mohammed. "I don't believe in God." A tiny movement as of "I told you so!" passed round the company, and Aziz looked up for an instant, scandalized. "Is it correct that most are atheists in England now?"<|quote|>Hamidullah enquired.</|quote|>"The... | so we must assume the existence of a beneficent Providence." "Oh, that is true, how true!" said the policeman, thinking religion had been praised. "Does Mr. Fielding think it's true?." "Think which true? The world isn't dying. I'm certain of that!" "No, no the existence of Providence." "Well, I don't believe in Provide... | room already. Please remain seated, if you will excuse the informality." He turned away and continued to address Rafi, who was terrified at the arrival of his Principal, remembered that he had tried to spread slander about him, and yearned to get away. "He is ill and he is not ill," said Hamidullah, offering a cigarett... | with ink, the pictures crooked upon the dirty walls, no punkah! He hadn't meant to live like this or among these third-rate people. And in his confusion he thought only of the insignificant Rafi, whom he had laughed at, and allowed to be teased. The boy must be sent away happy, or hospitality would have failed, along t... | are in some anxiety over him he and Dr. Aziz are great friends. If you could tell us the name of his complaint we should be grateful to you." After a cautious pause he said, "H morrhoids." "And so much, my dear Rafi, for your cholera," hooted Aziz, unable to restrain himself. "Cholera, cholera, what next, what now?" cr... | or among these third-rate people. And in his confusion he thought only of the insignificant Rafi, whom he had laughed at, and allowed to be teased. The boy must be sent away happy, or hospitality would have failed, along the whole line. "It is good of Mr. Fielding to condescend to visit our friend," said the police ins... | A Passage To India |
"The educated thoughtful people? I should say so, though they don't like the name. The truth is that the West doesn't bother much over belief and disbelief in these days. Fifty years ago, or even when you and I were young, much more fuss was made." | Cyril Fielding | in England now?" Hamidullah enquired.<|quote|>"The educated thoughtful people? I should say so, though they don't like the name. The truth is that the West doesn't bother much over belief and disbelief in these days. Fifty years ago, or even when you and I were young, much more fuss was made."</|quote|>"And does not mo... | correct that most are atheists in England now?" Hamidullah enquired.<|quote|>"The educated thoughtful people? I should say so, though they don't like the name. The truth is that the West doesn't bother much over belief and disbelief in these days. Fifty years ago, or even when you and I were young, much more fuss was m... | Providence." "But how then can you believe in God?" asked Syed Mohammed. "I don't believe in God." A tiny movement as of "I told you so!" passed round the company, and Aziz looked up for an instant, scandalized. "Is it correct that most are atheists in England now?" Hamidullah enquired.<|quote|>"The educated thoughtful... | must assume the existence of a beneficent Providence." "Oh, that is true, how true!" said the policeman, thinking religion had been praised. "Does Mr. Fielding think it's true?." "Think which true? The world isn't dying. I'm certain of that!" "No, no the existence of Providence." "Well, I don't believe in Providence." ... | Please remain seated, if you will excuse the informality." He turned away and continued to address Rafi, who was terrified at the arrival of his Principal, remembered that he had tried to spread slander about him, and yearned to get away. "He is ill and he is not ill," said Hamidullah, offering a cigarette. "And I supp... | the pictures crooked upon the dirty walls, no punkah! He hadn't meant to live like this or among these third-rate people. And in his confusion he thought only of the insignificant Rafi, whom he had laughed at, and allowed to be teased. The boy must be sent away happy, or hospitality would have failed, along the whole l... | some anxiety over him he and Dr. Aziz are great friends. If you could tell us the name of his complaint we should be grateful to you." After a cautious pause he said, "H morrhoids." "And so much, my dear Rafi, for your cholera," hooted Aziz, unable to restrain himself. "Cholera, cholera, what next, what now?" cried the... | doubt Major Callendar has told you that I am shamming." "Well, are you?" The company laughed, friendly and pleased. "An Englishman at his best," they thought; "so genial." "Enquire from Dr. Panna Lal." "You're sure I don't tire you by stopping?" "Why, no! There are six people present in my small room already. Please re... | A Passage To India |
"And does not morality also decline?" | Hamidullah | much more fuss was made."<|quote|>"And does not morality also decline?"</|quote|>"It depends what you call | you and I were young, much more fuss was made."<|quote|>"And does not morality also decline?"</|quote|>"It depends what you call yes, yes, I suppose morality | England now?" Hamidullah enquired. "The educated thoughtful people? I should say so, though they don't like the name. The truth is that the West doesn't bother much over belief and disbelief in these days. Fifty years ago, or even when you and I were young, much more fuss was made."<|quote|>"And does not morality also ... | I don't believe in Providence." "But how then can you believe in God?" asked Syed Mohammed. "I don't believe in God." A tiny movement as of "I told you so!" passed round the company, and Aziz looked up for an instant, scandalized. "Is it correct that most are atheists in England now?" Hamidullah enquired. "The educated... | is not ill," said Hamidullah, offering a cigarette. "And I suppose that most of us are in that same case." Fielding agreed; he and the pleasant sensitive barrister got on well. They were fairly intimate and beginning to trust each other. "The whole world looks to be dying, still it doesn't die, so we must assume the ex... | sent away happy, or hospitality would have failed, along the whole line. "It is good of Mr. Fielding to condescend to visit our friend," said the police inspector. "We are touched by this great kindness." "Don't talk to him like that, he doesn't want it, and he doesn't want three chairs; he's not three Englishmen," he ... | unable to restrain himself. "Cholera, cholera, what next, what now?" cried the doctor, greatly fussed. "Who spreads such untrue reports about my patients?" Hamidullah pointed to the culprit. "I hear cholera, I hear bubonic plague, I hear every species of lie. Where will it end, I ask myself sometimes. This city is full... | my dear boy; it will help me to recover, seeing you." "Forgive my mistakes," said Rafi, to consolidate himself. "Well, are you ill, Aziz, or aren't you?" Fielding repeated. "No doubt Major Callendar has told you that I am shamming." "Well, are you?" The company laughed, friendly and pleased. "An Englishman at his best,... | A Passage To India |
"It depends what you call yes, yes, I suppose morality does decline." | Cyril Fielding | does not morality also decline?"<|quote|>"It depends what you call yes, yes, I suppose morality does decline."</|quote|>"Excuse the question, but if | more fuss was made." "And does not morality also decline?"<|quote|>"It depends what you call yes, yes, I suppose morality does decline."</|quote|>"Excuse the question, but if this is the case, how | thoughtful people? I should say so, though they don't like the name. The truth is that the West doesn't bother much over belief and disbelief in these days. Fifty years ago, or even when you and I were young, much more fuss was made." "And does not morality also decline?"<|quote|>"It depends what you call yes, yes, I s... | how then can you believe in God?" asked Syed Mohammed. "I don't believe in God." A tiny movement as of "I told you so!" passed round the company, and Aziz looked up for an instant, scandalized. "Is it correct that most are atheists in England now?" Hamidullah enquired. "The educated thoughtful people? I should say so, ... | a cigarette. "And I suppose that most of us are in that same case." Fielding agreed; he and the pleasant sensitive barrister got on well. They were fairly intimate and beginning to trust each other. "The whole world looks to be dying, still it doesn't die, so we must assume the existence of a beneficent Providence." "O... | have failed, along the whole line. "It is good of Mr. Fielding to condescend to visit our friend," said the police inspector. "We are touched by this great kindness." "Don't talk to him like that, he doesn't want it, and he doesn't want three chairs; he's not three Englishmen," he flashed. "Rafi, come here. Sit down ag... | what next, what now?" cried the doctor, greatly fussed. "Who spreads such untrue reports about my patients?" Hamidullah pointed to the culprit. "I hear cholera, I hear bubonic plague, I hear every species of lie. Where will it end, I ask myself sometimes. This city is full of misstatements, and the originators of them ... | advantage of a relative in the Prosperity Printing Press." "Nor you the advantage of conducting their cases in the Courts any longer." Their voices rose. They attacked one another with obscure allusions and had a silly quarrel. Hamidullah and the doctor tried to make peace between them. In the midst of the din someone ... | A Passage To India |
"Excuse the question, but if this is the case, how is England justified in holding India?" | Hamidullah | I suppose morality does decline."<|quote|>"Excuse the question, but if this is the case, how is England justified in holding India?"</|quote|>There they were! Politics again. | what you call yes, yes, I suppose morality does decline."<|quote|>"Excuse the question, but if this is the case, how is England justified in holding India?"</|quote|>There they were! Politics again. "It's a question I can't | The truth is that the West doesn't bother much over belief and disbelief in these days. Fifty years ago, or even when you and I were young, much more fuss was made." "And does not morality also decline?" "It depends what you call yes, yes, I suppose morality does decline."<|quote|>"Excuse the question, but if this is t... | believe in God." A tiny movement as of "I told you so!" passed round the company, and Aziz looked up for an instant, scandalized. "Is it correct that most are atheists in England now?" Hamidullah enquired. "The educated thoughtful people? I should say so, though they don't like the name. The truth is that the West does... | same case." Fielding agreed; he and the pleasant sensitive barrister got on well. They were fairly intimate and beginning to trust each other. "The whole world looks to be dying, still it doesn't die, so we must assume the existence of a beneficent Providence." "Oh, that is true, how true!" said the policeman, thinking... | to condescend to visit our friend," said the police inspector. "We are touched by this great kindness." "Don't talk to him like that, he doesn't want it, and he doesn't want three chairs; he's not three Englishmen," he flashed. "Rafi, come here. Sit down again. I'm delighted you could come with Mr. Hamidullah, my dear ... | untrue reports about my patients?" Hamidullah pointed to the culprit. "I hear cholera, I hear bubonic plague, I hear every species of lie. Where will it end, I ask myself sometimes. This city is full of misstatements, and the originators of them ought to be discovered and punished authoritatively." "Rafi, do you hear t... | longer." Their voices rose. They attacked one another with obscure allusions and had a silly quarrel. Hamidullah and the doctor tried to make peace between them. In the midst of the din someone said, "I say! Is he ill or isn't he ill?" Mr. Fielding had entered unobserved. All rose to their feet, and Hassan, to do an En... | A Passage To India |
There they were! Politics again. | No speaker | England justified in holding India?"<|quote|>There they were! Politics again.</|quote|>"It's a question I can't | is the case, how is England justified in holding India?"<|quote|>There they were! Politics again.</|quote|>"It's a question I can't get my mind on to," | Fifty years ago, or even when you and I were young, much more fuss was made." "And does not morality also decline?" "It depends what you call yes, yes, I suppose morality does decline." "Excuse the question, but if this is the case, how is England justified in holding India?"<|quote|>There they were! Politics again.</|... | and Aziz looked up for an instant, scandalized. "Is it correct that most are atheists in England now?" Hamidullah enquired. "The educated thoughtful people? I should say so, though they don't like the name. The truth is that the West doesn't bother much over belief and disbelief in these days. Fifty years ago, or even ... | intimate and beginning to trust each other. "The whole world looks to be dying, still it doesn't die, so we must assume the existence of a beneficent Providence." "Oh, that is true, how true!" said the policeman, thinking religion had been praised. "Does Mr. Fielding think it's true?." "Think which true? The world isn'... | kindness." "Don't talk to him like that, he doesn't want it, and he doesn't want three chairs; he's not three Englishmen," he flashed. "Rafi, come here. Sit down again. I'm delighted you could come with Mr. Hamidullah, my dear boy; it will help me to recover, seeing you." "Forgive my mistakes," said Rafi, to consolidat... | plague, I hear every species of lie. Where will it end, I ask myself sometimes. This city is full of misstatements, and the originators of them ought to be discovered and punished authoritatively." "Rafi, do you hear that? Now why do you stuff us up with all this humbug?" The schoolboy murmured that another boy had tol... | Courts any longer." Their voices rose. They attacked one another with obscure allusions and had a silly quarrel. Hamidullah and the doctor tried to make peace between them. In the midst of the din someone said, "I say! Is he ill or isn't he ill?" Mr. Fielding had entered unobserved. All rose to their feet, and Hassan, ... | A Passage To India |
"It's a question I can't get my mind on to," | Cyril Fielding | There they were! Politics again.<|quote|>"It's a question I can't get my mind on to,"</|quote|>he replied. "I'm out here | England justified in holding India?" There they were! Politics again.<|quote|>"It's a question I can't get my mind on to,"</|quote|>he replied. "I'm out here personally because I needed a | when you and I were young, much more fuss was made." "And does not morality also decline?" "It depends what you call yes, yes, I suppose morality does decline." "Excuse the question, but if this is the case, how is England justified in holding India?" There they were! Politics again.<|quote|>"It's a question I can't ge... | an instant, scandalized. "Is it correct that most are atheists in England now?" Hamidullah enquired. "The educated thoughtful people? I should say so, though they don't like the name. The truth is that the West doesn't bother much over belief and disbelief in these days. Fifty years ago, or even when you and I were you... | each other. "The whole world looks to be dying, still it doesn't die, so we must assume the existence of a beneficent Providence." "Oh, that is true, how true!" said the policeman, thinking religion had been praised. "Does Mr. Fielding think it's true?." "Think which true? The world isn't dying. I'm certain of that!" "... | like that, he doesn't want it, and he doesn't want three chairs; he's not three Englishmen," he flashed. "Rafi, come here. Sit down again. I'm delighted you could come with Mr. Hamidullah, my dear boy; it will help me to recover, seeing you." "Forgive my mistakes," said Rafi, to consolidate himself. "Well, are you ill,... | of lie. Where will it end, I ask myself sometimes. This city is full of misstatements, and the originators of them ought to be discovered and punished authoritatively." "Rafi, do you hear that? Now why do you stuff us up with all this humbug?" The schoolboy murmured that another boy had told him, also that the bad Engl... | he had laughed at, and allowed to be teased. The boy must be sent away happy, or hospitality would have failed, along the whole line. "It is good of Mr. Fielding to condescend to visit our friend," said the police inspector. "We are touched by this great kindness." "Don't talk to him like that, he doesn't want it, and ... | A Passage To India |
he replied. | No speaker | get my mind on to,"<|quote|>he replied.</|quote|>"I'm out here personally because | "It's a question I can't get my mind on to,"<|quote|>he replied.</|quote|>"I'm out here personally because I needed a job. I | made." "And does not morality also decline?" "It depends what you call yes, yes, I suppose morality does decline." "Excuse the question, but if this is the case, how is England justified in holding India?" There they were! Politics again. "It's a question I can't get my mind on to,"<|quote|>he replied.</|quote|>"I'm ou... | in England now?" Hamidullah enquired. "The educated thoughtful people? I should say so, though they don't like the name. The truth is that the West doesn't bother much over belief and disbelief in these days. Fifty years ago, or even when you and I were young, much more fuss was made." "And does not morality also decli... | it doesn't die, so we must assume the existence of a beneficent Providence." "Oh, that is true, how true!" said the policeman, thinking religion had been praised. "Does Mr. Fielding think it's true?." "Think which true? The world isn't dying. I'm certain of that!" "No, no the existence of Providence." "Well, I don't be... | three chairs; he's not three Englishmen," he flashed. "Rafi, come here. Sit down again. I'm delighted you could come with Mr. Hamidullah, my dear boy; it will help me to recover, seeing you." "Forgive my mistakes," said Rafi, to consolidate himself. "Well, are you ill, Aziz, or aren't you?" Fielding repeated. "No doubt... | This city is full of misstatements, and the originators of them ought to be discovered and punished authoritatively." "Rafi, do you hear that? Now why do you stuff us up with all this humbug?" The schoolboy murmured that another boy had told him, also that the bad English grammar the Government obliged them to use ofte... | upon the dirty walls, no punkah! He hadn't meant to live like this or among these third-rate people. And in his confusion he thought only of the insignificant Rafi, whom he had laughed at, and allowed to be teased. The boy must be sent away happy, or hospitality would have failed, along the whole line. "It is good of M... | A Passage To India |
"I'm out here personally because I needed a job. I cannot tell you why England is here or whether she ought to be here. It's beyond me." | Cyril Fielding | mind on to," he replied.<|quote|>"I'm out here personally because I needed a job. I cannot tell you why England is here or whether she ought to be here. It's beyond me."</|quote|>"Well-qualified Indians also need jobs | question I can't get my mind on to," he replied.<|quote|>"I'm out here personally because I needed a job. I cannot tell you why England is here or whether she ought to be here. It's beyond me."</|quote|>"Well-qualified Indians also need jobs in the educational." "I guess | does not morality also decline?" "It depends what you call yes, yes, I suppose morality does decline." "Excuse the question, but if this is the case, how is England justified in holding India?" There they were! Politics again. "It's a question I can't get my mind on to," he replied.<|quote|>"I'm out here personally bec... | now?" Hamidullah enquired. "The educated thoughtful people? I should say so, though they don't like the name. The truth is that the West doesn't bother much over belief and disbelief in these days. Fifty years ago, or even when you and I were young, much more fuss was made." "And does not morality also decline?" "It de... | die, so we must assume the existence of a beneficent Providence." "Oh, that is true, how true!" said the policeman, thinking religion had been praised. "Does Mr. Fielding think it's true?." "Think which true? The world isn't dying. I'm certain of that!" "No, no the existence of Providence." "Well, I don't believe in Pr... | he's not three Englishmen," he flashed. "Rafi, come here. Sit down again. I'm delighted you could come with Mr. Hamidullah, my dear boy; it will help me to recover, seeing you." "Forgive my mistakes," said Rafi, to consolidate himself. "Well, are you ill, Aziz, or aren't you?" Fielding repeated. "No doubt Major Callend... | is full of misstatements, and the originators of them ought to be discovered and punished authoritatively." "Rafi, do you hear that? Now why do you stuff us up with all this humbug?" The schoolboy murmured that another boy had told him, also that the bad English grammar the Government obliged them to use often gave the... | What a meeting! Squalor and ugly talk, the floor strewn with fragments of cane and nuts, and spotted with ink, the pictures crooked upon the dirty walls, no punkah! He hadn't meant to live like this or among these third-rate people. And in his confusion he thought only of the insignificant Rafi, whom he had laughed at,... | A Passage To India |
"Well-qualified Indians also need jobs in the educational." | Hamidullah | be here. It's beyond me."<|quote|>"Well-qualified Indians also need jobs in the educational."</|quote|>"I guess they do; I | or whether she ought to be here. It's beyond me."<|quote|>"Well-qualified Indians also need jobs in the educational."</|quote|>"I guess they do; I got in first," said Fielding, | is England justified in holding India?" There they were! Politics again. "It's a question I can't get my mind on to," he replied. "I'm out here personally because I needed a job. I cannot tell you why England is here or whether she ought to be here. It's beyond me."<|quote|>"Well-qualified Indians also need jobs in the... | belief and disbelief in these days. Fifty years ago, or even when you and I were young, much more fuss was made." "And does not morality also decline?" "It depends what you call yes, yes, I suppose morality does decline." "Excuse the question, but if this is the case, how is England justified in holding India?" There t... | Fielding think it's true?." "Think which true? The world isn't dying. I'm certain of that!" "No, no the existence of Providence." "Well, I don't believe in Providence." "But how then can you believe in God?" asked Syed Mohammed. "I don't believe in God." A tiny movement as of "I told you so!" passed round the company, ... | to recover, seeing you." "Forgive my mistakes," said Rafi, to consolidate himself. "Well, are you ill, Aziz, or aren't you?" Fielding repeated. "No doubt Major Callendar has told you that I am shamming." "Well, are you?" The company laughed, friendly and pleased. "An Englishman at his best," they thought; "so genial." ... | up with all this humbug?" The schoolboy murmured that another boy had told him, also that the bad English grammar the Government obliged them to use often gave the wrong meaning for words, and so led scholars into mistakes. "That is no reason you should bring a charge against a doctor," said Ram Chand. "Exactly, exactl... | down again. I'm delighted you could come with Mr. Hamidullah, my dear boy; it will help me to recover, seeing you." "Forgive my mistakes," said Rafi, to consolidate himself. "Well, are you ill, Aziz, or aren't you?" Fielding repeated. "No doubt Major Callendar has told you that I am shamming." "Well, are you?" The comp... | A Passage To India |
"I guess they do; I got in first," | Cyril Fielding | need jobs in the educational."<|quote|>"I guess they do; I got in first,"</|quote|>said Fielding, smiling. "Then excuse | beyond me." "Well-qualified Indians also need jobs in the educational."<|quote|>"I guess they do; I got in first,"</|quote|>said Fielding, smiling. "Then excuse me again is it fair | were! Politics again. "It's a question I can't get my mind on to," he replied. "I'm out here personally because I needed a job. I cannot tell you why England is here or whether she ought to be here. It's beyond me." "Well-qualified Indians also need jobs in the educational."<|quote|>"I guess they do; I got in first,"</... | ago, or even when you and I were young, much more fuss was made." "And does not morality also decline?" "It depends what you call yes, yes, I suppose morality does decline." "Excuse the question, but if this is the case, how is England justified in holding India?" There they were! Politics again. "It's a question I can... | world isn't dying. I'm certain of that!" "No, no the existence of Providence." "Well, I don't believe in Providence." "But how then can you believe in God?" asked Syed Mohammed. "I don't believe in God." A tiny movement as of "I told you so!" passed round the company, and Aziz looked up for an instant, scandalized. "Is... | Rafi, to consolidate himself. "Well, are you ill, Aziz, or aren't you?" Fielding repeated. "No doubt Major Callendar has told you that I am shamming." "Well, are you?" The company laughed, friendly and pleased. "An Englishman at his best," they thought; "so genial." "Enquire from Dr. Panna Lal." "You're sure I don't ti... | that another boy had told him, also that the bad English grammar the Government obliged them to use often gave the wrong meaning for words, and so led scholars into mistakes. "That is no reason you should bring a charge against a doctor," said Ram Chand. "Exactly, exactly," agreed Hamidullah, anxious to avoid an unplea... | "No doubt Major Callendar has told you that I am shamming." "Well, are you?" The company laughed, friendly and pleased. "An Englishman at his best," they thought; "so genial." "Enquire from Dr. Panna Lal." "You're sure I don't tire you by stopping?" "Why, no! There are six people present in my small room already. Pleas... | A Passage To India |
said Fielding, smiling. | No speaker | do; I got in first,"<|quote|>said Fielding, smiling.</|quote|>"Then excuse me again is | the educational." "I guess they do; I got in first,"<|quote|>said Fielding, smiling.</|quote|>"Then excuse me again is it fair an Englishman should | get my mind on to," he replied. "I'm out here personally because I needed a job. I cannot tell you why England is here or whether she ought to be here. It's beyond me." "Well-qualified Indians also need jobs in the educational." "I guess they do; I got in first,"<|quote|>said Fielding, smiling.</|quote|>"Then excuse me... | young, much more fuss was made." "And does not morality also decline?" "It depends what you call yes, yes, I suppose morality does decline." "Excuse the question, but if this is the case, how is England justified in holding India?" There they were! Politics again. "It's a question I can't get my mind on to," he replied... | no the existence of Providence." "Well, I don't believe in Providence." "But how then can you believe in God?" asked Syed Mohammed. "I don't believe in God." A tiny movement as of "I told you so!" passed round the company, and Aziz looked up for an instant, scandalized. "Is it correct that most are atheists in England ... | Aziz, or aren't you?" Fielding repeated. "No doubt Major Callendar has told you that I am shamming." "Well, are you?" The company laughed, friendly and pleased. "An Englishman at his best," they thought; "so genial." "Enquire from Dr. Panna Lal." "You're sure I don't tire you by stopping?" "Why, no! There are six peopl... | the bad English grammar the Government obliged them to use often gave the wrong meaning for words, and so led scholars into mistakes. "That is no reason you should bring a charge against a doctor," said Ram Chand. "Exactly, exactly," agreed Hamidullah, anxious to avoid an unpleasantness. Quarrels spread so quickly and ... | had entered unobserved. All rose to their feet, and Hassan, to do an Englishman honour, struck with a sugar-cane at the coil of flies. Aziz said, "Sit down," coldly. What a room! What a meeting! Squalor and ugly talk, the floor strewn with fragments of cane and nuts, and spotted with ink, the pictures crooked upon the ... | A Passage To India |
"Then excuse me again is it fair an Englishman should occupy one when Indians are available? Of course I mean nothing personally. Personally we are delighted you should be here, and we benefit greatly by this frank talk." | Hamidullah | in first," said Fielding, smiling.<|quote|>"Then excuse me again is it fair an Englishman should occupy one when Indians are available? Of course I mean nothing personally. Personally we are delighted you should be here, and we benefit greatly by this frank talk."</|quote|>There is only one answer | guess they do; I got in first," said Fielding, smiling.<|quote|>"Then excuse me again is it fair an Englishman should occupy one when Indians are available? Of course I mean nothing personally. Personally we are delighted you should be here, and we benefit greatly by this frank talk."</|quote|>There is only one answer ... | on to," he replied. "I'm out here personally because I needed a job. I cannot tell you why England is here or whether she ought to be here. It's beyond me." "Well-qualified Indians also need jobs in the educational." "I guess they do; I got in first," said Fielding, smiling.<|quote|>"Then excuse me again is it fair an ... | fuss was made." "And does not morality also decline?" "It depends what you call yes, yes, I suppose morality does decline." "Excuse the question, but if this is the case, how is England justified in holding India?" There they were! Politics again. "It's a question I can't get my mind on to," he replied. "I'm out here p... | of Providence." "Well, I don't believe in Providence." "But how then can you believe in God?" asked Syed Mohammed. "I don't believe in God." A tiny movement as of "I told you so!" passed round the company, and Aziz looked up for an instant, scandalized. "Is it correct that most are atheists in England now?" Hamidullah ... | you?" Fielding repeated. "No doubt Major Callendar has told you that I am shamming." "Well, are you?" The company laughed, friendly and pleased. "An Englishman at his best," they thought; "so genial." "Enquire from Dr. Panna Lal." "You're sure I don't tire you by stopping?" "Why, no! There are six people present in my ... | grammar the Government obliged them to use often gave the wrong meaning for words, and so led scholars into mistakes. "That is no reason you should bring a charge against a doctor," said Ram Chand. "Exactly, exactly," agreed Hamidullah, anxious to avoid an unpleasantness. Quarrels spread so quickly and so far, and Mess... | Lal." "You're sure I don't tire you by stopping?" "Why, no! There are six people present in my small room already. Please remain seated, if you will excuse the informality." He turned away and continued to address Rafi, who was terrified at the arrival of his Principal, remembered that he had tried to spread slander ab... | A Passage To India |
There is only one answer to a conversation of this type: "England holds India for her good." Yet Fielding was disinclined to give it. The zeal for honesty had eaten him up. He said, | No speaker | greatly by this frank talk."<|quote|>There is only one answer to a conversation of this type: "England holds India for her good." Yet Fielding was disinclined to give it. The zeal for honesty had eaten him up. He said,</|quote|>"I'm delighted to be here | be here, and we benefit greatly by this frank talk."<|quote|>There is only one answer to a conversation of this type: "England holds India for her good." Yet Fielding was disinclined to give it. The zeal for honesty had eaten him up. He said,</|quote|>"I'm delighted to be here too that's my answer, there's | educational." "I guess they do; I got in first," said Fielding, smiling. "Then excuse me again is it fair an Englishman should occupy one when Indians are available? Of course I mean nothing personally. Personally we are delighted you should be here, and we benefit greatly by this frank talk."<|quote|>There is only one... | they were! Politics again. "It's a question I can't get my mind on to," he replied. "I'm out here personally because I needed a job. I cannot tell you why England is here or whether she ought to be here. It's beyond me." "Well-qualified Indians also need jobs in the educational." "I guess they do; I got in first," said... | Aziz looked up for an instant, scandalized. "Is it correct that most are atheists in England now?" Hamidullah enquired. "The educated thoughtful people? I should say so, though they don't like the name. The truth is that the West doesn't bother much over belief and disbelief in these days. Fifty years ago, or even when... | sure I don't tire you by stopping?" "Why, no! There are six people present in my small room already. Please remain seated, if you will excuse the informality." He turned away and continued to address Rafi, who was terrified at the arrival of his Principal, remembered that he had tried to spread slander about him, and y... | Hamidullah, anxious to avoid an unpleasantness. Quarrels spread so quickly and so far, and Messrs. Syed Mohammed and Haq looked cross, and ready to fly out. "You must apologize properly, Rafi, I can see your uncle wishes it," he said. "You have not yet said that you are sorry for the trouble you have caused this gentle... | terrified at the arrival of his Principal, remembered that he had tried to spread slander about him, and yearned to get away. "He is ill and he is not ill," said Hamidullah, offering a cigarette. "And I suppose that most of us are in that same case." Fielding agreed; he and the pleasant sensitive barrister got on well.... | A Passage To India |
"I'm delighted to be here too that's my answer, there's my only excuse. I can't tell you anything about fairness. It mayn't have been fair I should have been born. I take up some other fellow's air, don't I, whenever I breathe? Still, I'm glad it's happened, and I'm glad I'm out here. However big a badmash one is if on... | Cyril Fielding | eaten him up. He said,<|quote|>"I'm delighted to be here too that's my answer, there's my only excuse. I can't tell you anything about fairness. It mayn't have been fair I should have been born. I take up some other fellow's air, don't I, whenever I breathe? Still, I'm glad it's happened, and I'm glad I'm out here. How... | The zeal for honesty had eaten him up. He said,<|quote|>"I'm delighted to be here too that's my answer, there's my only excuse. I can't tell you anything about fairness. It mayn't have been fair I should have been born. I take up some other fellow's air, don't I, whenever I breathe? Still, I'm glad it's happened, and I... | Personally we are delighted you should be here, and we benefit greatly by this frank talk." There is only one answer to a conversation of this type: "England holds India for her good." Yet Fielding was disinclined to give it. The zeal for honesty had eaten him up. He said,<|quote|>"I'm delighted to be here too that's m... | whether she ought to be here. It's beyond me." "Well-qualified Indians also need jobs in the educational." "I guess they do; I got in first," said Fielding, smiling. "Then excuse me again is it fair an Englishman should occupy one when Indians are available? Of course I mean nothing personally. Personally we are deligh... | truth is that the West doesn't bother much over belief and disbelief in these days. Fifty years ago, or even when you and I were young, much more fuss was made." "And does not morality also decline?" "It depends what you call yes, yes, I suppose morality does decline." "Excuse the question, but if this is the case, how... | address Rafi, who was terrified at the arrival of his Principal, remembered that he had tried to spread slander about him, and yearned to get away. "He is ill and he is not ill," said Hamidullah, offering a cigarette. "And I suppose that most of us are in that same case." Fielding agreed; he and the pleasant sensitive ... | your uncle wishes it," he said. "You have not yet said that you are sorry for the trouble you have caused this gentleman by your carelessness." "It is only a boy," said Dr. Panna Lal, appeased. "Even boys must learn," said Ram Chand. "Your own son failing to pass the lowest standard, I think," said Syed Mohammed sudden... | are atheists in England now?" Hamidullah enquired. "The educated thoughtful people? I should say so, though they don't like the name. The truth is that the West doesn't bother much over belief and disbelief in these days. Fifty years ago, or even when you and I were young, much more fuss was made." "And does not morali... | A Passage To India |
The Indians were bewildered. The line of thought was not alien to them, but the words were too definite and bleak. Unless a sentence paid a few compliments to Justice and Morality in passing, its grammar wounded their ears and paralysed their minds. What they said and what they felt were (except in the case of affectio... | No speaker | consequence, that is some justification."<|quote|>The Indians were bewildered. The line of thought was not alien to them, but the words were too definite and bleak. Unless a sentence paid a few compliments to Justice and Morality in passing, its grammar wounded their ears and paralysed their minds. What they said and w... | is if one's happy in consequence, that is some justification."<|quote|>The Indians were bewildered. The line of thought was not alien to them, but the words were too definite and bleak. Unless a sentence paid a few compliments to Justice and Morality in passing, its grammar wounded their ears and paralysed their minds.... | about fairness. It mayn't have been fair I should have been born. I take up some other fellow's air, don't I, whenever I breathe? Still, I'm glad it's happened, and I'm glad I'm out here. However big a badmash one is if one's happy in consequence, that is some justification."<|quote|>The Indians were bewildered. The li... | only one answer to a conversation of this type: "England holds India for her good." Yet Fielding was disinclined to give it. The zeal for honesty had eaten him up. He said, "I'm delighted to be here too that's my answer, there's my only excuse. I can't tell you anything about fairness. It mayn't have been fair I should... | Politics again. "It's a question I can't get my mind on to," he replied. "I'm out here personally because I needed a job. I cannot tell you why England is here or whether she ought to be here. It's beyond me." "Well-qualified Indians also need jobs in the educational." "I guess they do; I got in first," said Fielding, ... | to trust each other. "The whole world looks to be dying, still it doesn't die, so we must assume the existence of a beneficent Providence." "Oh, that is true, how true!" said the policeman, thinking religion had been praised. "Does Mr. Fielding think it's true?." "Think which true? The world isn't dying. I'm certain of... | of a relative in the Prosperity Printing Press." "Nor you the advantage of conducting their cases in the Courts any longer." Their voices rose. They attacked one another with obscure allusions and had a silly quarrel. Hamidullah and the doctor tried to make peace between them. In the midst of the din someone said, "I s... | on well. They were fairly intimate and beginning to trust each other. "The whole world looks to be dying, still it doesn't die, so we must assume the existence of a beneficent Providence." "Oh, that is true, how true!" said the policeman, thinking religion had been praised. "Does Mr. Fielding think it's true?." "Think ... | A Passage To India |
"And those Englishmen who are not delighted to be in India have they no excuse?" | Hamidullah | function. Hamidullah bore up best.<|quote|>"And those Englishmen who are not delighted to be in India have they no excuse?"</|quote|>he asked. "None. Chuck 'em | found it very difficult to function. Hamidullah bore up best.<|quote|>"And those Englishmen who are not delighted to be in India have they no excuse?"</|quote|>he asked. "None. Chuck 'em out." "It may be difficult | Morality in passing, its grammar wounded their ears and paralysed their minds. What they said and what they felt were (except in the case of affection) seldom the same. They had numerous mental conventions and when these were flouted they found it very difficult to function. Hamidullah bore up best.<|quote|>"And those ... | glad I'm out here. However big a badmash one is if one's happy in consequence, that is some justification." The Indians were bewildered. The line of thought was not alien to them, but the words were too definite and bleak. Unless a sentence paid a few compliments to Justice and Morality in passing, its grammar wounded ... | personally. Personally we are delighted you should be here, and we benefit greatly by this frank talk." There is only one answer to a conversation of this type: "England holds India for her good." Yet Fielding was disinclined to give it. The zeal for honesty had eaten him up. He said, "I'm delighted to be here too that... | believe in God." A tiny movement as of "I told you so!" passed round the company, and Aziz looked up for an instant, scandalized. "Is it correct that most are atheists in England now?" Hamidullah enquired. "The educated thoughtful people? I should say so, though they don't like the name. The truth is that the West does... | with a sugar-cane at the coil of flies. Aziz said, "Sit down," coldly. What a room! What a meeting! Squalor and ugly talk, the floor strewn with fragments of cane and nuts, and spotted with ink, the pictures crooked upon the dirty walls, no punkah! He hadn't meant to live like this or among these third-rate people. And... | that the West doesn't bother much over belief and disbelief in these days. Fifty years ago, or even when you and I were young, much more fuss was made." "And does not morality also decline?" "It depends what you call yes, yes, I suppose morality does decline." "Excuse the question, but if this is the case, how is Engla... | A Passage To India |
he asked. | No speaker | India have they no excuse?"<|quote|>he asked.</|quote|>"None. Chuck 'em out." "It | not delighted to be in India have they no excuse?"<|quote|>he asked.</|quote|>"None. Chuck 'em out." "It may be difficult to separate | and what they felt were (except in the case of affection) seldom the same. They had numerous mental conventions and when these were flouted they found it very difficult to function. Hamidullah bore up best. "And those Englishmen who are not delighted to be in India have they no excuse?"<|quote|>he asked.</|quote|>"None... | that is some justification." The Indians were bewildered. The line of thought was not alien to them, but the words were too definite and bleak. Unless a sentence paid a few compliments to Justice and Morality in passing, its grammar wounded their ears and paralysed their minds. What they said and what they felt were (e... | frank talk." There is only one answer to a conversation of this type: "England holds India for her good." Yet Fielding was disinclined to give it. The zeal for honesty had eaten him up. He said, "I'm delighted to be here too that's my answer, there's my only excuse. I can't tell you anything about fairness. It mayn't h... | company, and Aziz looked up for an instant, scandalized. "Is it correct that most are atheists in England now?" Hamidullah enquired. "The educated thoughtful people? I should say so, though they don't like the name. The truth is that the West doesn't bother much over belief and disbelief in these days. Fifty years ago,... | room! What a meeting! Squalor and ugly talk, the floor strewn with fragments of cane and nuts, and spotted with ink, the pictures crooked upon the dirty walls, no punkah! He hadn't meant to live like this or among these third-rate people. And in his confusion he thought only of the insignificant Rafi, whom he had laugh... | think it's true?." "Think which true? The world isn't dying. I'm certain of that!" "No, no the existence of Providence." "Well, I don't believe in Providence." "But how then can you believe in God?" asked Syed Mohammed. "I don't believe in God." A tiny movement as of "I told you so!" passed round the company, and Aziz ... | A Passage To India |
"None. Chuck 'em out." | Cyril Fielding | they no excuse?" he asked.<|quote|>"None. Chuck 'em out."</|quote|>"It may be difficult to | to be in India have they no excuse?" he asked.<|quote|>"None. Chuck 'em out."</|quote|>"It may be difficult to separate them from the rest," | they felt were (except in the case of affection) seldom the same. They had numerous mental conventions and when these were flouted they found it very difficult to function. Hamidullah bore up best. "And those Englishmen who are not delighted to be in India have they no excuse?" he asked.<|quote|>"None. Chuck 'em out."<... | some justification." The Indians were bewildered. The line of thought was not alien to them, but the words were too definite and bleak. Unless a sentence paid a few compliments to Justice and Morality in passing, its grammar wounded their ears and paralysed their minds. What they said and what they felt were (except in... | There is only one answer to a conversation of this type: "England holds India for her good." Yet Fielding was disinclined to give it. The zeal for honesty had eaten him up. He said, "I'm delighted to be here too that's my answer, there's my only excuse. I can't tell you anything about fairness. It mayn't have been fair... | Aziz looked up for an instant, scandalized. "Is it correct that most are atheists in England now?" Hamidullah enquired. "The educated thoughtful people? I should say so, though they don't like the name. The truth is that the West doesn't bother much over belief and disbelief in these days. Fifty years ago, or even when... | a meeting! Squalor and ugly talk, the floor strewn with fragments of cane and nuts, and spotted with ink, the pictures crooked upon the dirty walls, no punkah! He hadn't meant to live like this or among these third-rate people. And in his confusion he thought only of the insignificant Rafi, whom he had laughed at, and ... | morality also decline?" "It depends what you call yes, yes, I suppose morality does decline." "Excuse the question, but if this is the case, how is England justified in holding India?" There they were! Politics again. "It's a question I can't get my mind on to," he replied. "I'm out here personally because I needed a j... | A Passage To India |
"It may be difficult to separate them from the rest," | Hamidullah | asked. "None. Chuck 'em out."<|quote|>"It may be difficult to separate them from the rest,"</|quote|>he laughed. "Worse than difficult, | have they no excuse?" he asked. "None. Chuck 'em out."<|quote|>"It may be difficult to separate them from the rest,"</|quote|>he laughed. "Worse than difficult, wrong," said Mr. Ram Chand. | in the case of affection) seldom the same. They had numerous mental conventions and when these were flouted they found it very difficult to function. Hamidullah bore up best. "And those Englishmen who are not delighted to be in India have they no excuse?" he asked. "None. Chuck 'em out."<|quote|>"It may be difficult to... | were bewildered. The line of thought was not alien to them, but the words were too definite and bleak. Unless a sentence paid a few compliments to Justice and Morality in passing, its grammar wounded their ears and paralysed their minds. What they said and what they felt were (except in the case of affection) seldom th... | answer to a conversation of this type: "England holds India for her good." Yet Fielding was disinclined to give it. The zeal for honesty had eaten him up. He said, "I'm delighted to be here too that's my answer, there's my only excuse. I can't tell you anything about fairness. It mayn't have been fair I should have bee... | an instant, scandalized. "Is it correct that most are atheists in England now?" Hamidullah enquired. "The educated thoughtful people? I should say so, though they don't like the name. The truth is that the West doesn't bother much over belief and disbelief in these days. Fifty years ago, or even when you and I were you... | ugly talk, the floor strewn with fragments of cane and nuts, and spotted with ink, the pictures crooked upon the dirty walls, no punkah! He hadn't meant to live like this or among these third-rate people. And in his confusion he thought only of the insignificant Rafi, whom he had laughed at, and allowed to be teased. T... | so we must assume the existence of a beneficent Providence." "Oh, that is true, how true!" said the policeman, thinking religion had been praised. "Does Mr. Fielding think it's true?." "Think which true? The world isn't dying. I'm certain of that!" "No, no the existence of Providence." "Well, I don't believe in Provide... | A Passage To India |
he laughed. | No speaker | separate them from the rest,"<|quote|>he laughed.</|quote|>"Worse than difficult, wrong," said | "It may be difficult to separate them from the rest,"<|quote|>he laughed.</|quote|>"Worse than difficult, wrong," said Mr. Ram Chand. "No Indian | numerous mental conventions and when these were flouted they found it very difficult to function. Hamidullah bore up best. "And those Englishmen who are not delighted to be in India have they no excuse?" he asked. "None. Chuck 'em out." "It may be difficult to separate them from the rest,"<|quote|>he laughed.</|quote|>... | them, but the words were too definite and bleak. Unless a sentence paid a few compliments to Justice and Morality in passing, its grammar wounded their ears and paralysed their minds. What they said and what they felt were (except in the case of affection) seldom the same. They had numerous mental conventions and when ... | for her good." Yet Fielding was disinclined to give it. The zeal for honesty had eaten him up. He said, "I'm delighted to be here too that's my answer, there's my only excuse. I can't tell you anything about fairness. It mayn't have been fair I should have been born. I take up some other fellow's air, don't I, whenever... | in England now?" Hamidullah enquired. "The educated thoughtful people? I should say so, though they don't like the name. The truth is that the West doesn't bother much over belief and disbelief in these days. Fifty years ago, or even when you and I were young, much more fuss was made." "And does not morality also decli... | nuts, and spotted with ink, the pictures crooked upon the dirty walls, no punkah! He hadn't meant to live like this or among these third-rate people. And in his confusion he thought only of the insignificant Rafi, whom he had laughed at, and allowed to be teased. The boy must be sent away happy, or hospitality would ha... | remain seated, if you will excuse the informality." He turned away and continued to address Rafi, who was terrified at the arrival of his Principal, remembered that he had tried to spread slander about him, and yearned to get away. "He is ill and he is not ill," said Hamidullah, offering a cigarette. "And I suppose tha... | A Passage To India |
said Mr. Ram Chand. | No speaker | laughed. "Worse than difficult, wrong,"<|quote|>said Mr. Ram Chand.</|quote|>"No Indian gentleman approves chucking | them from the rest," he laughed. "Worse than difficult, wrong,"<|quote|>said Mr. Ram Chand.</|quote|>"No Indian gentleman approves chucking out as a proper thing. | were flouted they found it very difficult to function. Hamidullah bore up best. "And those Englishmen who are not delighted to be in India have they no excuse?" he asked. "None. Chuck 'em out." "It may be difficult to separate them from the rest," he laughed. "Worse than difficult, wrong,"<|quote|>said Mr. Ram Chand.</... | definite and bleak. Unless a sentence paid a few compliments to Justice and Morality in passing, its grammar wounded their ears and paralysed their minds. What they said and what they felt were (except in the case of affection) seldom the same. They had numerous mental conventions and when these were flouted they found... | disinclined to give it. The zeal for honesty had eaten him up. He said, "I'm delighted to be here too that's my answer, there's my only excuse. I can't tell you anything about fairness. It mayn't have been fair I should have been born. I take up some other fellow's air, don't I, whenever I breathe? Still, I'm glad it's... | educated thoughtful people? I should say so, though they don't like the name. The truth is that the West doesn't bother much over belief and disbelief in these days. Fifty years ago, or even when you and I were young, much more fuss was made." "And does not morality also decline?" "It depends what you call yes, yes, I ... | pictures crooked upon the dirty walls, no punkah! He hadn't meant to live like this or among these third-rate people. And in his confusion he thought only of the insignificant Rafi, whom he had laughed at, and allowed to be teased. The boy must be sent away happy, or hospitality would have failed, along the whole line.... | they don't like the name. The truth is that the West doesn't bother much over belief and disbelief in these days. Fifty years ago, or even when you and I were young, much more fuss was made." "And does not morality also decline?" "It depends what you call yes, yes, I suppose morality does decline." "Excuse the question... | A Passage To India |
"Oh that is true, how true!" | Mr. Haq | nations. We are so spiritual."<|quote|>"Oh that is true, how true!"</|quote|>said the police inspector. "Is | we differ from those other nations. We are so spiritual."<|quote|>"Oh that is true, how true!"</|quote|>said the police inspector. "Is it true, Mr. Haq? I | they no excuse?" he asked. "None. Chuck 'em out." "It may be difficult to separate them from the rest," he laughed. "Worse than difficult, wrong," said Mr. Ram Chand. "No Indian gentleman approves chucking out as a proper thing. Here we differ from those other nations. We are so spiritual."<|quote|>"Oh that is true, ho... | What they said and what they felt were (except in the case of affection) seldom the same. They had numerous mental conventions and when these were flouted they found it very difficult to function. Hamidullah bore up best. "And those Englishmen who are not delighted to be in India have they no excuse?" he asked. "None. ... | only excuse. I can't tell you anything about fairness. It mayn't have been fair I should have been born. I take up some other fellow's air, don't I, whenever I breathe? Still, I'm glad it's happened, and I'm glad I'm out here. However big a badmash one is if one's happy in consequence, that is some justification." The ... | disbelief in these days. Fifty years ago, or even when you and I were young, much more fuss was made." "And does not morality also decline?" "It depends what you call yes, yes, I suppose morality does decline." "Excuse the question, but if this is the case, how is England justified in holding India?" There they were! P... | thought only of the insignificant Rafi, whom he had laughed at, and allowed to be teased. The boy must be sent away happy, or hospitality would have failed, along the whole line. "It is good of Mr. Fielding to condescend to visit our friend," said the police inspector. "We are touched by this great kindness." "Don't ta... | the company, and Aziz looked up for an instant, scandalized. "Is it correct that most are atheists in England now?" Hamidullah enquired. "The educated thoughtful people? I should say so, though they don't like the name. The truth is that the West doesn't bother much over belief and disbelief in these days. Fifty years ... | A Passage To India |
said the police inspector. | No speaker | that is true, how true!"<|quote|>said the police inspector.</|quote|>"Is it true, Mr. Haq? | We are so spiritual." "Oh that is true, how true!"<|quote|>said the police inspector.</|quote|>"Is it true, Mr. Haq? I don't consider us spiritual. | Chuck 'em out." "It may be difficult to separate them from the rest," he laughed. "Worse than difficult, wrong," said Mr. Ram Chand. "No Indian gentleman approves chucking out as a proper thing. Here we differ from those other nations. We are so spiritual." "Oh that is true, how true!"<|quote|>said the police inspector... | felt were (except in the case of affection) seldom the same. They had numerous mental conventions and when these were flouted they found it very difficult to function. Hamidullah bore up best. "And those Englishmen who are not delighted to be in India have they no excuse?" he asked. "None. Chuck 'em out." "It may be di... | anything about fairness. It mayn't have been fair I should have been born. I take up some other fellow's air, don't I, whenever I breathe? Still, I'm glad it's happened, and I'm glad I'm out here. However big a badmash one is if one's happy in consequence, that is some justification." The Indians were bewildered. The l... | ago, or even when you and I were young, much more fuss was made." "And does not morality also decline?" "It depends what you call yes, yes, I suppose morality does decline." "Excuse the question, but if this is the case, how is England justified in holding India?" There they were! Politics again. "It's a question I can... | whom he had laughed at, and allowed to be teased. The boy must be sent away happy, or hospitality would have failed, along the whole line. "It is good of Mr. Fielding to condescend to visit our friend," said the police inspector. "We are touched by this great kindness." "Don't talk to him like that, he doesn't want it,... | got in first," said Fielding, smiling. "Then excuse me again is it fair an Englishman should occupy one when Indians are available? Of course I mean nothing personally. Personally we are delighted you should be here, and we benefit greatly by this frank talk." There is only one answer to a conversation of this type: "E... | A Passage To India |
"It is not the end of time, it is scarcely ten-thirty, ha, ha!" | Dr. Panna Lal | until the end of time."<|quote|>"It is not the end of time, it is scarcely ten-thirty, ha, ha!"</|quote|>cried Dr. Panna Lal, who | continue to go, I think, until the end of time."<|quote|>"It is not the end of time, it is scarcely ten-thirty, ha, ha!"</|quote|>cried Dr. Panna Lal, who was again in confident mood. | this is the so-called spirituality of India? You and I ought to be at the Committee of Notables, we're not; our friend Dr. Lal ought to be with his patients, he isn't. So we go on, and so we shall continue to go, I think, until the end of time."<|quote|>"It is not the end of time, it is scarcely ten-thirty, ha, ha!"</|... | from those other nations. We are so spiritual." "Oh that is true, how true!" said the police inspector. "Is it true, Mr. Haq? I don't consider us spiritual. We can't co-ordinate, we can't co-ordinate, it only comes to that. We can't keep engagements, we can't catch trains. What more than this is the so-called spiritual... | grammar wounded their ears and paralysed their minds. What they said and what they felt were (except in the case of affection) seldom the same. They had numerous mental conventions and when these were flouted they found it very difficult to function. Hamidullah bore up best. "And those Englishmen who are not delighted ... | to be here. It's beyond me." "Well-qualified Indians also need jobs in the educational." "I guess they do; I got in first," said Fielding, smiling. "Then excuse me again is it fair an Englishman should occupy one when Indians are available? Of course I mean nothing personally. Personally we are delighted you should be ... | dear boy; it will help me to recover, seeing you." "Forgive my mistakes," said Rafi, to consolidate himself. "Well, are you ill, Aziz, or aren't you?" Fielding repeated. "No doubt Major Callendar has told you that I am shamming." "Well, are you?" The company laughed, friendly and pleased. "An Englishman at his best," t... | words were too definite and bleak. Unless a sentence paid a few compliments to Justice and Morality in passing, its grammar wounded their ears and paralysed their minds. What they said and what they felt were (except in the case of affection) seldom the same. They had numerous mental conventions and when these were flo... | A Passage To India |
cried Dr. Panna Lal, who was again in confident mood. | No speaker | is scarcely ten-thirty, ha, ha!"<|quote|>cried Dr. Panna Lal, who was again in confident mood.</|quote|>"Gentlemen, if I may be | the end of time, it is scarcely ten-thirty, ha, ha!"<|quote|>cried Dr. Panna Lal, who was again in confident mood.</|quote|>"Gentlemen, if I may be allowed to say a few | at the Committee of Notables, we're not; our friend Dr. Lal ought to be with his patients, he isn't. So we go on, and so we shall continue to go, I think, until the end of time." "It is not the end of time, it is scarcely ten-thirty, ha, ha!"<|quote|>cried Dr. Panna Lal, who was again in confident mood.</|quote|>"Gentl... | true!" said the police inspector. "Is it true, Mr. Haq? I don't consider us spiritual. We can't co-ordinate, we can't co-ordinate, it only comes to that. We can't keep engagements, we can't catch trains. What more than this is the so-called spirituality of India? You and I ought to be at the Committee of Notables, we'r... | they felt were (except in the case of affection) seldom the same. They had numerous mental conventions and when these were flouted they found it very difficult to function. Hamidullah bore up best. "And those Englishmen who are not delighted to be in India have they no excuse?" he asked. "None. Chuck 'em out." "It may ... | educational." "I guess they do; I got in first," said Fielding, smiling. "Then excuse me again is it fair an Englishman should occupy one when Indians are available? Of course I mean nothing personally. Personally we are delighted you should be here, and we benefit greatly by this frank talk." There is only one answer ... | said Rafi, to consolidate himself. "Well, are you ill, Aziz, or aren't you?" Fielding repeated. "No doubt Major Callendar has told you that I am shamming." "Well, are you?" The company laughed, friendly and pleased. "An Englishman at his best," they thought; "so genial." "Enquire from Dr. Panna Lal." "You're sure I don... | get my mind on to," he replied. "I'm out here personally because I needed a job. I cannot tell you why England is here or whether she ought to be here. It's beyond me." "Well-qualified Indians also need jobs in the educational." "I guess they do; I got in first," said Fielding, smiling. "Then excuse me again is it fair... | A Passage To India |
"Gentlemen, if I may be allowed to say a few words, what an interesting talk, also thankfulness and gratitude to Mr. Fielding in the first place teaches our sons and gives them all the great benefits of his experience and judgment" | Dr. Panna Lal | was again in confident mood.<|quote|>"Gentlemen, if I may be allowed to say a few words, what an interesting talk, also thankfulness and gratitude to Mr. Fielding in the first place teaches our sons and gives them all the great benefits of his experience and judgment"</|quote|>"Dr. Lal!" "Dr. Aziz?" "You | cried Dr. Panna Lal, who was again in confident mood.<|quote|>"Gentlemen, if I may be allowed to say a few words, what an interesting talk, also thankfulness and gratitude to Mr. Fielding in the first place teaches our sons and gives them all the great benefits of his experience and judgment"</|quote|>"Dr. Lal!" "Dr. A... | Lal ought to be with his patients, he isn't. So we go on, and so we shall continue to go, I think, until the end of time." "It is not the end of time, it is scarcely ten-thirty, ha, ha!" cried Dr. Panna Lal, who was again in confident mood.<|quote|>"Gentlemen, if I may be allowed to say a few words, what an interesting... | I don't consider us spiritual. We can't co-ordinate, we can't co-ordinate, it only comes to that. We can't keep engagements, we can't catch trains. What more than this is the so-called spirituality of India? You and I ought to be at the Committee of Notables, we're not; our friend Dr. Lal ought to be with his patients,... | the same. They had numerous mental conventions and when these were flouted they found it very difficult to function. Hamidullah bore up best. "And those Englishmen who are not delighted to be in India have they no excuse?" he asked. "None. Chuck 'em out." "It may be difficult to separate them from the rest," he laughed... | Fielding, smiling. "Then excuse me again is it fair an Englishman should occupy one when Indians are available? Of course I mean nothing personally. Personally we are delighted you should be here, and we benefit greatly by this frank talk." There is only one answer to a conversation of this type: "England holds India f... | or aren't you?" Fielding repeated. "No doubt Major Callendar has told you that I am shamming." "Well, are you?" The company laughed, friendly and pleased. "An Englishman at his best," they thought; "so genial." "Enquire from Dr. Panna Lal." "You're sure I don't tire you by stopping?" "Why, no! There are six people pres... | to a conversation of this type: "England holds India for her good." Yet Fielding was disinclined to give it. The zeal for honesty had eaten him up. He said, "I'm delighted to be here too that's my answer, there's my only excuse. I can't tell you anything about fairness. It mayn't have been fair I should have been born.... | A Passage To India |
"Dr. Lal!" | Dr. Aziz | of his experience and judgment"<|quote|>"Dr. Lal!"</|quote|>"Dr. Aziz?" "You sit on | them all the great benefits of his experience and judgment"<|quote|>"Dr. Lal!"</|quote|>"Dr. Aziz?" "You sit on my leg." "I beg pardon, | Dr. Panna Lal, who was again in confident mood. "Gentlemen, if I may be allowed to say a few words, what an interesting talk, also thankfulness and gratitude to Mr. Fielding in the first place teaches our sons and gives them all the great benefits of his experience and judgment"<|quote|>"Dr. Lal!"</|quote|>"Dr. Aziz?" ... | the Committee of Notables, we're not; our friend Dr. Lal ought to be with his patients, he isn't. So we go on, and so we shall continue to go, I think, until the end of time." "It is not the end of time, it is scarcely ten-thirty, ha, ha!" cried Dr. Panna Lal, who was again in confident mood. "Gentlemen, if I may be al... | Chuck 'em out." "It may be difficult to separate them from the rest," he laughed. "Worse than difficult, wrong," said Mr. Ram Chand. "No Indian gentleman approves chucking out as a proper thing. Here we differ from those other nations. We are so spiritual." "Oh that is true, how true!" said the police inspector. "Is it... | is only one answer to a conversation of this type: "England holds India for her good." Yet Fielding was disinclined to give it. The zeal for honesty had eaten him up. He said, "I'm delighted to be here too that's my answer, there's my only excuse. I can't tell you anything about fairness. It mayn't have been fair I sho... | I don't tire you by stopping?" "Why, no! There are six people present in my small room already. Please remain seated, if you will excuse the informality." He turned away and continued to address Rafi, who was terrified at the arrival of his Principal, remembered that he had tried to spread slander about him, and yearne... | conversation of this type: "England holds India for her good." Yet Fielding was disinclined to give it. The zeal for honesty had eaten him up. He said, "I'm delighted to be here too that's my answer, there's my only excuse. I can't tell you anything about fairness. It mayn't have been fair I should have been born. I ta... | A Passage To India |
"Dr. Aziz?" | Dr. Panna Lal | experience and judgment" "Dr. Lal!"<|quote|>"Dr. Aziz?"</|quote|>"You sit on my leg." | the great benefits of his experience and judgment" "Dr. Lal!"<|quote|>"Dr. Aziz?"</|quote|>"You sit on my leg." "I beg pardon, but some | Lal, who was again in confident mood. "Gentlemen, if I may be allowed to say a few words, what an interesting talk, also thankfulness and gratitude to Mr. Fielding in the first place teaches our sons and gives them all the great benefits of his experience and judgment" "Dr. Lal!"<|quote|>"Dr. Aziz?"</|quote|>"You sit o... | of Notables, we're not; our friend Dr. Lal ought to be with his patients, he isn't. So we go on, and so we shall continue to go, I think, until the end of time." "It is not the end of time, it is scarcely ten-thirty, ha, ha!" cried Dr. Panna Lal, who was again in confident mood. "Gentlemen, if I may be allowed to say a... | out." "It may be difficult to separate them from the rest," he laughed. "Worse than difficult, wrong," said Mr. Ram Chand. "No Indian gentleman approves chucking out as a proper thing. Here we differ from those other nations. We are so spiritual." "Oh that is true, how true!" said the police inspector. "Is it true, Mr.... | one answer to a conversation of this type: "England holds India for her good." Yet Fielding was disinclined to give it. The zeal for honesty had eaten him up. He said, "I'm delighted to be here too that's my answer, there's my only excuse. I can't tell you anything about fairness. It mayn't have been fair I should have... | tire you by stopping?" "Why, no! There are six people present in my small room already. Please remain seated, if you will excuse the informality." He turned away and continued to address Rafi, who was terrified at the arrival of his Principal, remembered that he had tried to spread slander about him, and yearned to get... | conventions and when these were flouted they found it very difficult to function. Hamidullah bore up best. "And those Englishmen who are not delighted to be in India have they no excuse?" he asked. "None. Chuck 'em out." "It may be difficult to separate them from the rest," he laughed. "Worse than difficult, wrong," sa... | A Passage To India |
"You sit on my leg." | Dr. Aziz | judgment" "Dr. Lal!" "Dr. Aziz?"<|quote|>"You sit on my leg."</|quote|>"I beg pardon, but some | benefits of his experience and judgment" "Dr. Lal!" "Dr. Aziz?"<|quote|>"You sit on my leg."</|quote|>"I beg pardon, but some might say your leg kicks." | was again in confident mood. "Gentlemen, if I may be allowed to say a few words, what an interesting talk, also thankfulness and gratitude to Mr. Fielding in the first place teaches our sons and gives them all the great benefits of his experience and judgment" "Dr. Lal!" "Dr. Aziz?"<|quote|>"You sit on my leg."</|quote... | we're not; our friend Dr. Lal ought to be with his patients, he isn't. So we go on, and so we shall continue to go, I think, until the end of time." "It is not the end of time, it is scarcely ten-thirty, ha, ha!" cried Dr. Panna Lal, who was again in confident mood. "Gentlemen, if I may be allowed to say a few words, w... | may be difficult to separate them from the rest," he laughed. "Worse than difficult, wrong," said Mr. Ram Chand. "No Indian gentleman approves chucking out as a proper thing. Here we differ from those other nations. We are so spiritual." "Oh that is true, how true!" said the police inspector. "Is it true, Mr. Haq? I do... | to a conversation of this type: "England holds India for her good." Yet Fielding was disinclined to give it. The zeal for honesty had eaten him up. He said, "I'm delighted to be here too that's my answer, there's my only excuse. I can't tell you anything about fairness. It mayn't have been fair I should have been born.... | by stopping?" "Why, no! There are six people present in my small room already. Please remain seated, if you will excuse the informality." He turned away and continued to address Rafi, who was terrified at the arrival of his Principal, remembered that he had tried to spread slander about him, and yearned to get away. "H... | may be difficult to separate them from the rest," he laughed. "Worse than difficult, wrong," said Mr. Ram Chand. "No Indian gentleman approves chucking out as a proper thing. Here we differ from those other nations. We are so spiritual." "Oh that is true, how true!" said the police inspector. "Is it true, Mr. Haq? I do... | A Passage To India |
"I beg pardon, but some might say your leg kicks." | Dr. Panna Lal | "You sit on my leg."<|quote|>"I beg pardon, but some might say your leg kicks."</|quote|>"Come along, we tire the | judgment" "Dr. Lal!" "Dr. Aziz?" "You sit on my leg."<|quote|>"I beg pardon, but some might say your leg kicks."</|quote|>"Come along, we tire the invalid in either case," said | "Gentlemen, if I may be allowed to say a few words, what an interesting talk, also thankfulness and gratitude to Mr. Fielding in the first place teaches our sons and gives them all the great benefits of his experience and judgment" "Dr. Lal!" "Dr. Aziz?" "You sit on my leg."<|quote|>"I beg pardon, but some might say yo... | Lal ought to be with his patients, he isn't. So we go on, and so we shall continue to go, I think, until the end of time." "It is not the end of time, it is scarcely ten-thirty, ha, ha!" cried Dr. Panna Lal, who was again in confident mood. "Gentlemen, if I may be allowed to say a few words, what an interesting talk, a... | them from the rest," he laughed. "Worse than difficult, wrong," said Mr. Ram Chand. "No Indian gentleman approves chucking out as a proper thing. Here we differ from those other nations. We are so spiritual." "Oh that is true, how true!" said the police inspector. "Is it true, Mr. Haq? I don't consider us spiritual. We... | type: "England holds India for her good." Yet Fielding was disinclined to give it. The zeal for honesty had eaten him up. He said, "I'm delighted to be here too that's my answer, there's my only excuse. I can't tell you anything about fairness. It mayn't have been fair I should have been born. I take up some other fell... | are six people present in my small room already. Please remain seated, if you will excuse the informality." He turned away and continued to address Rafi, who was terrified at the arrival of his Principal, remembered that he had tried to spread slander about him, and yearned to get away. "He is ill and he is not ill," s... | I cannot tell you why England is here or whether she ought to be here. It's beyond me." "Well-qualified Indians also need jobs in the educational." "I guess they do; I got in first," said Fielding, smiling. "Then excuse me again is it fair an Englishman should occupy one when Indians are available? Of course I mean not... | A Passage To India |
"Come along, we tire the invalid in either case," | Cyril Fielding | might say your leg kicks."<|quote|>"Come along, we tire the invalid in either case,"</|quote|>said Fielding, and they filed | "I beg pardon, but some might say your leg kicks."<|quote|>"Come along, we tire the invalid in either case,"</|quote|>said Fielding, and they filed out four Mohammedans, two Hindus | words, what an interesting talk, also thankfulness and gratitude to Mr. Fielding in the first place teaches our sons and gives them all the great benefits of his experience and judgment" "Dr. Lal!" "Dr. Aziz?" "You sit on my leg." "I beg pardon, but some might say your leg kicks."<|quote|>"Come along, we tire the inval... | we go on, and so we shall continue to go, I think, until the end of time." "It is not the end of time, it is scarcely ten-thirty, ha, ha!" cried Dr. Panna Lal, who was again in confident mood. "Gentlemen, if I may be allowed to say a few words, what an interesting talk, also thankfulness and gratitude to Mr. Fielding i... | said Mr. Ram Chand. "No Indian gentleman approves chucking out as a proper thing. Here we differ from those other nations. We are so spiritual." "Oh that is true, how true!" said the police inspector. "Is it true, Mr. Haq? I don't consider us spiritual. We can't co-ordinate, we can't co-ordinate, it only comes to that.... | disinclined to give it. The zeal for honesty had eaten him up. He said, "I'm delighted to be here too that's my answer, there's my only excuse. I can't tell you anything about fairness. It mayn't have been fair I should have been born. I take up some other fellow's air, don't I, whenever I breathe? Still, I'm glad it's... | remain seated, if you will excuse the informality." He turned away and continued to address Rafi, who was terrified at the arrival of his Principal, remembered that he had tried to spread slander about him, and yearned to get away. "He is ill and he is not ill," said Hamidullah, offering a cigarette. "And I suppose tha... | said and what they felt were (except in the case of affection) seldom the same. They had numerous mental conventions and when these were flouted they found it very difficult to function. Hamidullah bore up best. "And those Englishmen who are not delighted to be in India have they no excuse?" he asked. "None. Chuck 'em ... | A Passage To India |
said Fielding, and they filed out four Mohammedans, two Hindus and the Englishman. They stood on the verandah while their conveyances were summoned out of various patches of shade. | No speaker | the invalid in either case,"<|quote|>said Fielding, and they filed out four Mohammedans, two Hindus and the Englishman. They stood on the verandah while their conveyances were summoned out of various patches of shade.</|quote|>"Aziz has a high opinion | kicks." "Come along, we tire the invalid in either case,"<|quote|>said Fielding, and they filed out four Mohammedans, two Hindus and the Englishman. They stood on the verandah while their conveyances were summoned out of various patches of shade.</|quote|>"Aziz has a high opinion of you, he only did | to Mr. Fielding in the first place teaches our sons and gives them all the great benefits of his experience and judgment" "Dr. Lal!" "Dr. Aziz?" "You sit on my leg." "I beg pardon, but some might say your leg kicks." "Come along, we tire the invalid in either case,"<|quote|>said Fielding, and they filed out four Mohamm... | go, I think, until the end of time." "It is not the end of time, it is scarcely ten-thirty, ha, ha!" cried Dr. Panna Lal, who was again in confident mood. "Gentlemen, if I may be allowed to say a few words, what an interesting talk, also thankfulness and gratitude to Mr. Fielding in the first place teaches our sons and... | out as a proper thing. Here we differ from those other nations. We are so spiritual." "Oh that is true, how true!" said the police inspector. "Is it true, Mr. Haq? I don't consider us spiritual. We can't co-ordinate, we can't co-ordinate, it only comes to that. We can't keep engagements, we can't catch trains. What mor... | eaten him up. He said, "I'm delighted to be here too that's my answer, there's my only excuse. I can't tell you anything about fairness. It mayn't have been fair I should have been born. I take up some other fellow's air, don't I, whenever I breathe? Still, I'm glad it's happened, and I'm glad I'm out here. However big... | turned away and continued to address Rafi, who was terrified at the arrival of his Principal, remembered that he had tried to spread slander about him, and yearned to get away. "He is ill and he is not ill," said Hamidullah, offering a cigarette. "And I suppose that most of us are in that same case." Fielding agreed; h... | one's happy in consequence, that is some justification." The Indians were bewildered. The line of thought was not alien to them, but the words were too definite and bleak. Unless a sentence paid a few compliments to Justice and Morality in passing, its grammar wounded their ears and paralysed their minds. What they sai... | A Passage To India |
"Aziz has a high opinion of you, he only did not speak because of his illness." | _unknowable | of various patches of shade.<|quote|>"Aziz has a high opinion of you, he only did not speak because of his illness."</|quote|>"I quite understand," said Fielding, | their conveyances were summoned out of various patches of shade.<|quote|>"Aziz has a high opinion of you, he only did not speak because of his illness."</|quote|>"I quite understand," said Fielding, who was rather disappointed with | my leg." "I beg pardon, but some might say your leg kicks." "Come along, we tire the invalid in either case," said Fielding, and they filed out four Mohammedans, two Hindus and the Englishman. They stood on the verandah while their conveyances were summoned out of various patches of shade.<|quote|>"Aziz has a high opin... | confident mood. "Gentlemen, if I may be allowed to say a few words, what an interesting talk, also thankfulness and gratitude to Mr. Fielding in the first place teaches our sons and gives them all the great benefits of his experience and judgment" "Dr. Lal!" "Dr. Aziz?" "You sit on my leg." "I beg pardon, but some migh... | Mr. Haq? I don't consider us spiritual. We can't co-ordinate, we can't co-ordinate, it only comes to that. We can't keep engagements, we can't catch trains. What more than this is the so-called spirituality of India? You and I ought to be at the Committee of Notables, we're not; our friend Dr. Lal ought to be with his ... | fair I should have been born. I take up some other fellow's air, don't I, whenever I breathe? Still, I'm glad it's happened, and I'm glad I'm out here. However big a badmash one is if one's happy in consequence, that is some justification." The Indians were bewildered. The line of thought was not alien to them, but the... | get away. "He is ill and he is not ill," said Hamidullah, offering a cigarette. "And I suppose that most of us are in that same case." Fielding agreed; he and the pleasant sensitive barrister got on well. They were fairly intimate and beginning to trust each other. "The whole world looks to be dying, still it doesn't d... | in passing, its grammar wounded their ears and paralysed their minds. What they said and what they felt were (except in the case of affection) seldom the same. They had numerous mental conventions and when these were flouted they found it very difficult to function. Hamidullah bore up best. "And those Englishmen who ar... | A Passage To India |
"I quite understand," | Cyril Fielding | speak because of his illness."<|quote|>"I quite understand,"</|quote|>said Fielding, who was rather | you, he only did not speak because of his illness."<|quote|>"I quite understand,"</|quote|>said Fielding, who was rather disappointed with his call. The | the invalid in either case," said Fielding, and they filed out four Mohammedans, two Hindus and the Englishman. They stood on the verandah while their conveyances were summoned out of various patches of shade. "Aziz has a high opinion of you, he only did not speak because of his illness."<|quote|>"I quite understand,"<... | talk, also thankfulness and gratitude to Mr. Fielding in the first place teaches our sons and gives them all the great benefits of his experience and judgment" "Dr. Lal!" "Dr. Aziz?" "You sit on my leg." "I beg pardon, but some might say your leg kicks." "Come along, we tire the invalid in either case," said Fielding, ... | to that. We can't keep engagements, we can't catch trains. What more than this is the so-called spirituality of India? You and I ought to be at the Committee of Notables, we're not; our friend Dr. Lal ought to be with his patients, he isn't. So we go on, and so we shall continue to go, I think, until the end of time." ... | I breathe? Still, I'm glad it's happened, and I'm glad I'm out here. However big a badmash one is if one's happy in consequence, that is some justification." The Indians were bewildered. The line of thought was not alien to them, but the words were too definite and bleak. Unless a sentence paid a few compliments to Jus... | I suppose that most of us are in that same case." Fielding agreed; he and the pleasant sensitive barrister got on well. They were fairly intimate and beginning to trust each other. "The whole world looks to be dying, still it doesn't die, so we must assume the existence of a beneficent Providence." "Oh, that is true, h... | difficult to function. Hamidullah bore up best. "And those Englishmen who are not delighted to be in India have they no excuse?" he asked. "None. Chuck 'em out." "It may be difficult to separate them from the rest," he laughed. "Worse than difficult, wrong," said Mr. Ram Chand. "No Indian gentleman approves chucking ou... | A Passage To India |
said Fielding, who was rather disappointed with his call. The Club comment, "making himself cheap as usual," passed through his mind. He couldn't even get his horse brought up. He had liked Aziz so much at their first meeting, and had hoped for developments. CHAPTER X The heat had leapt forward in the last hour, the st... | No speaker | his illness." "I quite understand,"<|quote|>said Fielding, who was rather disappointed with his call. The Club comment, "making himself cheap as usual," passed through his mind. He couldn't even get his horse brought up. He had liked Aziz so much at their first meeting, and had hoped for developments. CHAPTER X The hea... | did not speak because of his illness." "I quite understand,"<|quote|>said Fielding, who was rather disappointed with his call. The Club comment, "making himself cheap as usual," passed through his mind. He couldn't even get his horse brought up. He had liked Aziz so much at their first meeting, and had hoped for develo... | either case," said Fielding, and they filed out four Mohammedans, two Hindus and the Englishman. They stood on the verandah while their conveyances were summoned out of various patches of shade. "Aziz has a high opinion of you, he only did not speak because of his illness." "I quite understand,"<|quote|>said Fielding, ... | and gratitude to Mr. Fielding in the first place teaches our sons and gives them all the great benefits of his experience and judgment" "Dr. Lal!" "Dr. Aziz?" "You sit on my leg." "I beg pardon, but some might say your leg kicks." "Come along, we tire the invalid in either case," said Fielding, and they filed out four ... | can't keep engagements, we can't catch trains. What more than this is the so-called spirituality of India? You and I ought to be at the Committee of Notables, we're not; our friend Dr. Lal ought to be with his patients, he isn't. So we go on, and so we shall continue to go, I think, until the end of time." "It is not t... | I'm glad it's happened, and I'm glad I'm out here. However big a badmash one is if one's happy in consequence, that is some justification." The Indians were bewildered. The line of thought was not alien to them, but the words were too definite and bleak. Unless a sentence paid a few compliments to Justice and Morality ... | most of us are in that same case." Fielding agreed; he and the pleasant sensitive barrister got on well. They were fairly intimate and beginning to trust each other. "The whole world looks to be dying, still it doesn't die, so we must assume the existence of a beneficent Providence." "Oh, that is true, how true!" said ... | not alien to them, but the words were too definite and bleak. Unless a sentence paid a few compliments to Justice and Morality in passing, its grammar wounded their ears and paralysed their minds. What they said and what they felt were (except in the case of affection) seldom the same. They had numerous mental conventi... | A Passage To India |
"Here's your home," | Dr. Aziz | bed, looking dishevelled and sad.<|quote|>"Here's your home,"</|quote|>he said sardonically. "Here's the | Aziz was sitting up in bed, looking dishevelled and sad.<|quote|>"Here's your home,"</|quote|>he said sardonically. "Here's the celebrated hospitality of the East. | and Fielding could see his horse standing in a small shed in the corner of the compound, no one troubled to bring it to him. He started to get it himself, but was stopped by a call from the house. Aziz was sitting up in bed, looking dishevelled and sad.<|quote|>"Here's your home,"</|quote|>he said sardonically. "Here's... | lay drowned. He was not the unattainable friend, either of men or birds or other suns, he was not the eternal promise, the never-withdrawn suggestion that haunts our consciousness; he was merely a creature, like the rest, and so debarred from glory. CHAPTER XI Although the Indians had driven off, and Fielding could see... | the interior of other bungalows, to recover their self-esteem and the qualities that distinguished them from each other. All over the city and over much of India the same retreat on the part of humanity was beginning, into cellars, up hills, under trees. April, herald of horrors, is at hand. The sun was returning to hi... | to other squirrels. More noises came from a dusty tree, where brown birds creaked and floundered about looking for insects; another bird, the invisible coppersmith, had started his "ponk ponk." It matters so little to the majority of living beings what the minority, that calls itself human, desires or decides. Most of ... | "It may be difficult to separate them from the rest," he laughed. "Worse than difficult, wrong," said Mr. Ram Chand. "No Indian gentleman approves chucking out as a proper thing. Here we differ from those other nations. We are so spiritual." "Oh that is true, how true!" said the police inspector. "Is it true, Mr. Haq? ... | had leapt forward in the last hour, the street was deserted as if a catastrophe had cleaned off humanity during the inconclusive talk. Opposite Aziz' bungalow stood a large unfinished house belonging to two brothers, astrologers, and a squirrel hung head-downwards on it, pressing its belly against burning scaffolding a... | A Passage To India |
he said sardonically. | No speaker | and sad. "Here's your home,"<|quote|>he said sardonically.</|quote|>"Here's the celebrated hospitality of | up in bed, looking dishevelled and sad. "Here's your home,"<|quote|>he said sardonically.</|quote|>"Here's the celebrated hospitality of the East. Look at the | see his horse standing in a small shed in the corner of the compound, no one troubled to bring it to him. He started to get it himself, but was stopped by a call from the house. Aziz was sitting up in bed, looking dishevelled and sad. "Here's your home,"<|quote|>he said sardonically.</|quote|>"Here's the celebrated hos... | was not the unattainable friend, either of men or birds or other suns, he was not the eternal promise, the never-withdrawn suggestion that haunts our consciousness; he was merely a creature, like the rest, and so debarred from glory. CHAPTER XI Although the Indians had driven off, and Fielding could see his horse stand... | other bungalows, to recover their self-esteem and the qualities that distinguished them from each other. All over the city and over much of India the same retreat on the part of humanity was beginning, into cellars, up hills, under trees. April, herald of horrors, is at hand. The sun was returning to his kingdom with p... | More noises came from a dusty tree, where brown birds creaked and floundered about looking for insects; another bird, the invisible coppersmith, had started his "ponk ponk." It matters so little to the majority of living beings what the minority, that calls itself human, desires or decides. Most of the inhabitants of I... | difficult to separate them from the rest," he laughed. "Worse than difficult, wrong," said Mr. Ram Chand. "No Indian gentleman approves chucking out as a proper thing. Here we differ from those other nations. We are so spiritual." "Oh that is true, how true!" said the police inspector. "Is it true, Mr. Haq? I don't con... | started his "ponk ponk." It matters so little to the majority of living beings what the minority, that calls itself human, desires or decides. Most of the inhabitants of India do not mind how India is governed. Nor are the lower animals of England concerned about England, but in the tropics the indifference is more pro... | A Passage To India |
"Here's the celebrated hospitality of the East. Look at the flies. Look at the chunam coming off the walls. Isn't it jolly? Now I suppose you want to be off, having seen an Oriental interior." | Dr. Aziz | your home," he said sardonically.<|quote|>"Here's the celebrated hospitality of the East. Look at the flies. Look at the chunam coming off the walls. Isn't it jolly? Now I suppose you want to be off, having seen an Oriental interior."</|quote|>"Anyhow, you want to rest." | looking dishevelled and sad. "Here's your home," he said sardonically.<|quote|>"Here's the celebrated hospitality of the East. Look at the flies. Look at the chunam coming off the walls. Isn't it jolly? Now I suppose you want to be off, having seen an Oriental interior."</|quote|>"Anyhow, you want to rest." "I can rest... | standing in a small shed in the corner of the compound, no one troubled to bring it to him. He started to get it himself, but was stopped by a call from the house. Aziz was sitting up in bed, looking dishevelled and sad. "Here's your home," he said sardonically.<|quote|>"Here's the celebrated hospitality of the East. L... | unattainable friend, either of men or birds or other suns, he was not the eternal promise, the never-withdrawn suggestion that haunts our consciousness; he was merely a creature, like the rest, and so debarred from glory. CHAPTER XI Although the Indians had driven off, and Fielding could see his horse standing in a sma... | recover their self-esteem and the qualities that distinguished them from each other. All over the city and over much of India the same retreat on the part of humanity was beginning, into cellars, up hills, under trees. April, herald of horrors, is at hand. The sun was returning to his kingdom with power but without bea... | from a dusty tree, where brown birds creaked and floundered about looking for insects; another bird, the invisible coppersmith, had started his "ponk ponk." It matters so little to the majority of living beings what the minority, that calls itself human, desires or decides. Most of the inhabitants of India do not mind ... | them from the rest," he laughed. "Worse than difficult, wrong," said Mr. Ram Chand. "No Indian gentleman approves chucking out as a proper thing. Here we differ from those other nations. We are so spiritual." "Oh that is true, how true!" said the police inspector. "Is it true, Mr. Haq? I don't consider us spiritual. We... | pressed against their flesh, the carriage cushions scalded their trousers, their eyes pricked, domes of hot water accumulated under their head-gear and poured down their cheeks. Salaaming feebly, they dispersed for the interior of other bungalows, to recover their self-esteem and the qualities that distinguished them f... | A Passage To India |
"Anyhow, you want to rest." | Cyril Fielding | having seen an Oriental interior."<|quote|>"Anyhow, you want to rest."</|quote|>"I can rest the whole | you want to be off, having seen an Oriental interior."<|quote|>"Anyhow, you want to rest."</|quote|>"I can rest the whole day, thanks to worthy Dr. | was sitting up in bed, looking dishevelled and sad. "Here's your home," he said sardonically. "Here's the celebrated hospitality of the East. Look at the flies. Look at the chunam coming off the walls. Isn't it jolly? Now I suppose you want to be off, having seen an Oriental interior."<|quote|>"Anyhow, you want to rest... | glory. CHAPTER XI Although the Indians had driven off, and Fielding could see his horse standing in a small shed in the corner of the compound, no one troubled to bring it to him. He started to get it himself, but was stopped by a call from the house. Aziz was sitting up in bed, looking dishevelled and sad. "Here's you... | under trees. April, herald of horrors, is at hand. The sun was returning to his kingdom with power but without beauty that was the sinister feature. If only there had been beauty! His cruelty would have been tolerable then. Through excess of light, he failed to triumph, he also; in his yellowy-white overflow not only m... | the minority, that calls itself human, desires or decides. Most of the inhabitants of India do not mind how India is governed. Nor are the lower animals of England concerned about England, but in the tropics the indifference is more prominent, the inarticulate world is closer at hand and readier to resume control as so... | "Oh that is true, how true!" said the police inspector. "Is it true, Mr. Haq? I don't consider us spiritual. We can't co-ordinate, we can't co-ordinate, it only comes to that. We can't keep engagements, we can't catch trains. What more than this is the so-called spirituality of India? You and I ought to be at the Commi... | himself cheap as usual," passed through his mind. He couldn't even get his horse brought up. He had liked Aziz so much at their first meeting, and had hoped for developments. CHAPTER X The heat had leapt forward in the last hour, the street was deserted as if a catastrophe had cleaned off humanity during the inconclusi... | A Passage To India |
"I can rest the whole day, thanks to worthy Dr. Lal. Major Callendar's spy, I suppose you know, but this time it didn't work. I am allowed to have a slight temperature." | Dr. Aziz | "Anyhow, you want to rest."<|quote|>"I can rest the whole day, thanks to worthy Dr. Lal. Major Callendar's spy, I suppose you know, but this time it didn't work. I am allowed to have a slight temperature."</|quote|>"Callendar doesn't trust anyone, English | having seen an Oriental interior." "Anyhow, you want to rest."<|quote|>"I can rest the whole day, thanks to worthy Dr. Lal. Major Callendar's spy, I suppose you know, but this time it didn't work. I am allowed to have a slight temperature."</|quote|>"Callendar doesn't trust anyone, English or Indian: that's his charact... | looking dishevelled and sad. "Here's your home," he said sardonically. "Here's the celebrated hospitality of the East. Look at the flies. Look at the chunam coming off the walls. Isn't it jolly? Now I suppose you want to be off, having seen an Oriental interior." "Anyhow, you want to rest."<|quote|>"I can rest the whol... | Indians had driven off, and Fielding could see his horse standing in a small shed in the corner of the compound, no one troubled to bring it to him. He started to get it himself, but was stopped by a call from the house. Aziz was sitting up in bed, looking dishevelled and sad. "Here's your home," he said sardonically. ... | horrors, is at hand. The sun was returning to his kingdom with power but without beauty that was the sinister feature. If only there had been beauty! His cruelty would have been tolerable then. Through excess of light, he failed to triumph, he also; in his yellowy-white overflow not only matter, but brightness itself l... | human, desires or decides. Most of the inhabitants of India do not mind how India is governed. Nor are the lower animals of England concerned about England, but in the tropics the indifference is more prominent, the inarticulate world is closer at hand and readier to resume control as soon as men are tired. When the se... | true!" said the police inspector. "Is it true, Mr. Haq? I don't consider us spiritual. We can't co-ordinate, we can't co-ordinate, it only comes to that. We can't keep engagements, we can't catch trains. What more than this is the so-called spirituality of India? You and I ought to be at the Committee of Notables, we'r... | trousers, their eyes pricked, domes of hot water accumulated under their head-gear and poured down their cheeks. Salaaming feebly, they dispersed for the interior of other bungalows, to recover their self-esteem and the qualities that distinguished them from each other. All over the city and over much of India the same... | A Passage To India |
"Callendar doesn't trust anyone, English or Indian: that's his character, and I wish you weren't under him; but you are, and that's that." | Cyril Fielding | to have a slight temperature."<|quote|>"Callendar doesn't trust anyone, English or Indian: that's his character, and I wish you weren't under him; but you are, and that's that."</|quote|>"Before you go, for you | didn't work. I am allowed to have a slight temperature."<|quote|>"Callendar doesn't trust anyone, English or Indian: that's his character, and I wish you weren't under him; but you are, and that's that."</|quote|>"Before you go, for you are evidently in a great | Now I suppose you want to be off, having seen an Oriental interior." "Anyhow, you want to rest." "I can rest the whole day, thanks to worthy Dr. Lal. Major Callendar's spy, I suppose you know, but this time it didn't work. I am allowed to have a slight temperature."<|quote|>"Callendar doesn't trust anyone, English or I... | get it himself, but was stopped by a call from the house. Aziz was sitting up in bed, looking dishevelled and sad. "Here's your home," he said sardonically. "Here's the celebrated hospitality of the East. Look at the flies. Look at the chunam coming off the walls. Isn't it jolly? Now I suppose you want to be off, havin... | tolerable then. Through excess of light, he failed to triumph, he also; in his yellowy-white overflow not only matter, but brightness itself lay drowned. He was not the unattainable friend, either of men or birds or other suns, he was not the eternal promise, the never-withdrawn suggestion that haunts our consciousness... | indifference is more prominent, the inarticulate world is closer at hand and readier to resume control as soon as men are tired. When the seven gentlemen who had held such various opinions inside the bungalow came out of it, they were aware of a common burden, a vague threat which they called "the bad weather coming." ... | catch trains. What more than this is the so-called spirituality of India? You and I ought to be at the Committee of Notables, we're not; our friend Dr. Lal ought to be with his patients, he isn't. So we go on, and so we shall continue to go, I think, until the end of time." "It is not the end of time, it is scarcely te... | for doing it. The space between them and their carriages, instead of being empty, was clogged with a medium that pressed against their flesh, the carriage cushions scalded their trousers, their eyes pricked, domes of hot water accumulated under their head-gear and poured down their cheeks. Salaaming feebly, they disper... | A Passage To India |
"Before you go, for you are evidently in a great hurry, will you please unlock that drawer? Do you see a piece of brown paper at the top?" | Dr. Aziz | you are, and that's that."<|quote|>"Before you go, for you are evidently in a great hurry, will you please unlock that drawer? Do you see a piece of brown paper at the top?"</|quote|>"Yes." "Open it." "Who is | you weren't under him; but you are, and that's that."<|quote|>"Before you go, for you are evidently in a great hurry, will you please unlock that drawer? Do you see a piece of brown paper at the top?"</|quote|>"Yes." "Open it." "Who is this?" "She was my wife. | day, thanks to worthy Dr. Lal. Major Callendar's spy, I suppose you know, but this time it didn't work. I am allowed to have a slight temperature." "Callendar doesn't trust anyone, English or Indian: that's his character, and I wish you weren't under him; but you are, and that's that."<|quote|>"Before you go, for you a... | your home," he said sardonically. "Here's the celebrated hospitality of the East. Look at the flies. Look at the chunam coming off the walls. Isn't it jolly? Now I suppose you want to be off, having seen an Oriental interior." "Anyhow, you want to rest." "I can rest the whole day, thanks to worthy Dr. Lal. Major Callen... | drowned. He was not the unattainable friend, either of men or birds or other suns, he was not the eternal promise, the never-withdrawn suggestion that haunts our consciousness; he was merely a creature, like the rest, and so debarred from glory. CHAPTER XI Although the Indians had driven off, and Fielding could see his... | the seven gentlemen who had held such various opinions inside the bungalow came out of it, they were aware of a common burden, a vague threat which they called "the bad weather coming." They felt that they could not do their work, or would not be paid enough for doing it. The space between them and their carriages, ins... | we're not; our friend Dr. Lal ought to be with his patients, he isn't. So we go on, and so we shall continue to go, I think, until the end of time." "It is not the end of time, it is scarcely ten-thirty, ha, ha!" cried Dr. Panna Lal, who was again in confident mood. "Gentlemen, if I may be allowed to say a few words, w... | developments. CHAPTER X The heat had leapt forward in the last hour, the street was deserted as if a catastrophe had cleaned off humanity during the inconclusive talk. Opposite Aziz' bungalow stood a large unfinished house belonging to two brothers, astrologers, and a squirrel hung head-downwards on it, pressing its be... | A Passage To India |
"Yes." | Cyril Fielding | brown paper at the top?"<|quote|>"Yes."</|quote|>"Open it." "Who is this?" | you see a piece of brown paper at the top?"<|quote|>"Yes."</|quote|>"Open it." "Who is this?" "She was my wife. You | doesn't trust anyone, English or Indian: that's his character, and I wish you weren't under him; but you are, and that's that." "Before you go, for you are evidently in a great hurry, will you please unlock that drawer? Do you see a piece of brown paper at the top?"<|quote|>"Yes."</|quote|>"Open it." "Who is this?" "Sh... | I suppose you want to be off, having seen an Oriental interior." "Anyhow, you want to rest." "I can rest the whole day, thanks to worthy Dr. Lal. Major Callendar's spy, I suppose you know, but this time it didn't work. I am allowed to have a slight temperature." "Callendar doesn't trust anyone, English or Indian: that'... | he was merely a creature, like the rest, and so debarred from glory. CHAPTER XI Although the Indians had driven off, and Fielding could see his horse standing in a small shed in the corner of the compound, no one troubled to bring it to him. He started to get it himself, but was stopped by a call from the house. Aziz w... | called "the bad weather coming." They felt that they could not do their work, or would not be paid enough for doing it. The space between them and their carriages, instead of being empty, was clogged with a medium that pressed against their flesh, the carriage cushions scalded their trousers, their eyes pricked, domes ... | the end of time." "It is not the end of time, it is scarcely ten-thirty, ha, ha!" cried Dr. Panna Lal, who was again in confident mood. "Gentlemen, if I may be allowed to say a few words, what an interesting talk, also thankfulness and gratitude to Mr. Fielding in the first place teaches our sons and gives them all the... | that calls itself human, desires or decides. Most of the inhabitants of India do not mind how India is governed. Nor are the lower animals of England concerned about England, but in the tropics the indifference is more prominent, the inarticulate world is closer at hand and readier to resume control as soon as men are ... | A Passage To India |
"Open it." | Dr. Aziz | paper at the top?" "Yes."<|quote|>"Open it."</|quote|>"Who is this?" "She was | see a piece of brown paper at the top?" "Yes."<|quote|>"Open it."</|quote|>"Who is this?" "She was my wife. You are the | trust anyone, English or Indian: that's his character, and I wish you weren't under him; but you are, and that's that." "Before you go, for you are evidently in a great hurry, will you please unlock that drawer? Do you see a piece of brown paper at the top?" "Yes."<|quote|>"Open it."</|quote|>"Who is this?" "She was my... | suppose you want to be off, having seen an Oriental interior." "Anyhow, you want to rest." "I can rest the whole day, thanks to worthy Dr. Lal. Major Callendar's spy, I suppose you know, but this time it didn't work. I am allowed to have a slight temperature." "Callendar doesn't trust anyone, English or Indian: that's ... | was merely a creature, like the rest, and so debarred from glory. CHAPTER XI Although the Indians had driven off, and Fielding could see his horse standing in a small shed in the corner of the compound, no one troubled to bring it to him. He started to get it himself, but was stopped by a call from the house. Aziz was ... | "the bad weather coming." They felt that they could not do their work, or would not be paid enough for doing it. The space between them and their carriages, instead of being empty, was clogged with a medium that pressed against their flesh, the carriage cushions scalded their trousers, their eyes pricked, domes of hot ... | end of time." "It is not the end of time, it is scarcely ten-thirty, ha, ha!" cried Dr. Panna Lal, who was again in confident mood. "Gentlemen, if I may be allowed to say a few words, what an interesting talk, also thankfulness and gratitude to Mr. Fielding in the first place teaches our sons and gives them all the gre... | as if a catastrophe had cleaned off humanity during the inconclusive talk. Opposite Aziz' bungalow stood a large unfinished house belonging to two brothers, astrologers, and a squirrel hung head-downwards on it, pressing its belly against burning scaffolding and twitching a mangy tail. It seemed the only occupant of th... | A Passage To India |
"Who is this?" | Cyril Fielding | the top?" "Yes." "Open it."<|quote|>"Who is this?"</|quote|>"She was my wife. You | piece of brown paper at the top?" "Yes." "Open it."<|quote|>"Who is this?"</|quote|>"She was my wife. You are the first Englishman she | English or Indian: that's his character, and I wish you weren't under him; but you are, and that's that." "Before you go, for you are evidently in a great hurry, will you please unlock that drawer? Do you see a piece of brown paper at the top?" "Yes." "Open it."<|quote|>"Who is this?"</|quote|>"She was my wife. You are... | want to be off, having seen an Oriental interior." "Anyhow, you want to rest." "I can rest the whole day, thanks to worthy Dr. Lal. Major Callendar's spy, I suppose you know, but this time it didn't work. I am allowed to have a slight temperature." "Callendar doesn't trust anyone, English or Indian: that's his characte... | a creature, like the rest, and so debarred from glory. CHAPTER XI Although the Indians had driven off, and Fielding could see his horse standing in a small shed in the corner of the compound, no one troubled to bring it to him. He started to get it himself, but was stopped by a call from the house. Aziz was sitting up ... | weather coming." They felt that they could not do their work, or would not be paid enough for doing it. The space between them and their carriages, instead of being empty, was clogged with a medium that pressed against their flesh, the carriage cushions scalded their trousers, their eyes pricked, domes of hot water acc... | time." "It is not the end of time, it is scarcely ten-thirty, ha, ha!" cried Dr. Panna Lal, who was again in confident mood. "Gentlemen, if I may be allowed to say a few words, what an interesting talk, also thankfulness and gratitude to Mr. Fielding in the first place teaches our sons and gives them all the great bene... | and readier to resume control as soon as men are tired. When the seven gentlemen who had held such various opinions inside the bungalow came out of it, they were aware of a common burden, a vague threat which they called "the bad weather coming." They felt that they could not do their work, or would not be paid enough ... | A Passage To India |
"She was my wife. You are the first Englishman she has ever come before. Now put her photograph away." | Dr. Aziz | "Open it." "Who is this?"<|quote|>"She was my wife. You are the first Englishman she has ever come before. Now put her photograph away."</|quote|>He was astonished, as a | paper at the top?" "Yes." "Open it." "Who is this?"<|quote|>"She was my wife. You are the first Englishman she has ever come before. Now put her photograph away."</|quote|>He was astonished, as a traveller who suddenly sees, between | that's his character, and I wish you weren't under him; but you are, and that's that." "Before you go, for you are evidently in a great hurry, will you please unlock that drawer? Do you see a piece of brown paper at the top?" "Yes." "Open it." "Who is this?"<|quote|>"She was my wife. You are the first Englishman she ha... | off, having seen an Oriental interior." "Anyhow, you want to rest." "I can rest the whole day, thanks to worthy Dr. Lal. Major Callendar's spy, I suppose you know, but this time it didn't work. I am allowed to have a slight temperature." "Callendar doesn't trust anyone, English or Indian: that's his character, and I wi... | the rest, and so debarred from glory. CHAPTER XI Although the Indians had driven off, and Fielding could see his horse standing in a small shed in the corner of the compound, no one troubled to bring it to him. He started to get it himself, but was stopped by a call from the house. Aziz was sitting up in bed, looking d... | felt that they could not do their work, or would not be paid enough for doing it. The space between them and their carriages, instead of being empty, was clogged with a medium that pressed against their flesh, the carriage cushions scalded their trousers, their eyes pricked, domes of hot water accumulated under their h... | not the end of time, it is scarcely ten-thirty, ha, ha!" cried Dr. Panna Lal, who was again in confident mood. "Gentlemen, if I may be allowed to say a few words, what an interesting talk, also thankfulness and gratitude to Mr. Fielding in the first place teaches our sons and gives them all the great benefits of his ex... | be paid enough for doing it. The space between them and their carriages, instead of being empty, was clogged with a medium that pressed against their flesh, the carriage cushions scalded their trousers, their eyes pricked, domes of hot water accumulated under their head-gear and poured down their cheeks. Salaaming feeb... | A Passage To India |
He was astonished, as a traveller who suddenly sees, between the stones of the desert, flowers. The flowers have been there all the time, but suddenly he sees them. He tried to look at the photograph, but in itself it was just a woman in a sari, facing the world. He muttered, | No speaker | Now put her photograph away."<|quote|>He was astonished, as a traveller who suddenly sees, between the stones of the desert, flowers. The flowers have been there all the time, but suddenly he sees them. He tried to look at the photograph, but in itself it was just a woman in a sari, facing the world. He muttered,</|quo... | she has ever come before. Now put her photograph away."<|quote|>He was astonished, as a traveller who suddenly sees, between the stones of the desert, flowers. The flowers have been there all the time, but suddenly he sees them. He tried to look at the photograph, but in itself it was just a woman in a sari, facing the... | for you are evidently in a great hurry, will you please unlock that drawer? Do you see a piece of brown paper at the top?" "Yes." "Open it." "Who is this?" "She was my wife. You are the first Englishman she has ever come before. Now put her photograph away."<|quote|>He was astonished, as a traveller who suddenly sees, ... | worthy Dr. Lal. Major Callendar's spy, I suppose you know, but this time it didn't work. I am allowed to have a slight temperature." "Callendar doesn't trust anyone, English or Indian: that's his character, and I wish you weren't under him; but you are, and that's that." "Before you go, for you are evidently in a great... | his horse standing in a small shed in the corner of the compound, no one troubled to bring it to him. He started to get it himself, but was stopped by a call from the house. Aziz was sitting up in bed, looking dishevelled and sad. "Here's your home," he said sardonically. "Here's the celebrated hospitality of the East.... | between them and their carriages, instead of being empty, was clogged with a medium that pressed against their flesh, the carriage cushions scalded their trousers, their eyes pricked, domes of hot water accumulated under their head-gear and poured down their cheeks. Salaaming feebly, they dispersed for the interior of ... | confident mood. "Gentlemen, if I may be allowed to say a few words, what an interesting talk, also thankfulness and gratitude to Mr. Fielding in the first place teaches our sons and gives them all the great benefits of his experience and judgment" "Dr. Lal!" "Dr. Aziz?" "You sit on my leg." "I beg pardon, but some migh... | domes of hot water accumulated under their head-gear and poured down their cheeks. Salaaming feebly, they dispersed for the interior of other bungalows, to recover their self-esteem and the qualities that distinguished them from each other. All over the city and over much of India the same retreat on the part of humani... | A Passage To India |
"Really, I don't know why you pay me this great compliment, Aziz, but I do appreciate it." | Cyril Fielding | facing the world. He muttered,<|quote|>"Really, I don't know why you pay me this great compliment, Aziz, but I do appreciate it."</|quote|>"Oh, it's nothing, she was | a woman in a sari, facing the world. He muttered,<|quote|>"Really, I don't know why you pay me this great compliment, Aziz, but I do appreciate it."</|quote|>"Oh, it's nothing, she was not a highly educated woman | astonished, as a traveller who suddenly sees, between the stones of the desert, flowers. The flowers have been there all the time, but suddenly he sees them. He tried to look at the photograph, but in itself it was just a woman in a sari, facing the world. He muttered,<|quote|>"Really, I don't know why you pay me this ... | are evidently in a great hurry, will you please unlock that drawer? Do you see a piece of brown paper at the top?" "Yes." "Open it." "Who is this?" "She was my wife. You are the first Englishman she has ever come before. Now put her photograph away." He was astonished, as a traveller who suddenly sees, between the ston... | "Here's the celebrated hospitality of the East. Look at the flies. Look at the chunam coming off the walls. Isn't it jolly? Now I suppose you want to be off, having seen an Oriental interior." "Anyhow, you want to rest." "I can rest the whole day, thanks to worthy Dr. Lal. Major Callendar's spy, I suppose you know, but... | recover their self-esteem and the qualities that distinguished them from each other. All over the city and over much of India the same retreat on the part of humanity was beginning, into cellars, up hills, under trees. April, herald of horrors, is at hand. The sun was returning to his kingdom with power but without bea... | "I beg pardon, but some might say your leg kicks." "Come along, we tire the invalid in either case," said Fielding, and they filed out four Mohammedans, two Hindus and the Englishman. They stood on the verandah while their conveyances were summoned out of various patches of shade. "Aziz has a high opinion of you, he on... | dispersed for the interior of other bungalows, to recover their self-esteem and the qualities that distinguished them from each other. All over the city and over much of India the same retreat on the part of humanity was beginning, into cellars, up hills, under trees. April, herald of horrors, is at hand. The sun was r... | A Passage To India |
"Oh, it's nothing, she was not a highly educated woman or even beautiful, but put it away. You would have seen her, so why should you not see her photograph?" | Dr. Aziz | but I do appreciate it."<|quote|>"Oh, it's nothing, she was not a highly educated woman or even beautiful, but put it away. You would have seen her, so why should you not see her photograph?"</|quote|>"You would have allowed me | me this great compliment, Aziz, but I do appreciate it."<|quote|>"Oh, it's nothing, she was not a highly educated woman or even beautiful, but put it away. You would have seen her, so why should you not see her photograph?"</|quote|>"You would have allowed me to see her?" "Why not? | been there all the time, but suddenly he sees them. He tried to look at the photograph, but in itself it was just a woman in a sari, facing the world. He muttered, "Really, I don't know why you pay me this great compliment, Aziz, but I do appreciate it."<|quote|>"Oh, it's nothing, she was not a highly educated woman or... | of brown paper at the top?" "Yes." "Open it." "Who is this?" "She was my wife. You are the first Englishman she has ever come before. Now put her photograph away." He was astonished, as a traveller who suddenly sees, between the stones of the desert, flowers. The flowers have been there all the time, but suddenly he se... | the walls. Isn't it jolly? Now I suppose you want to be off, having seen an Oriental interior." "Anyhow, you want to rest." "I can rest the whole day, thanks to worthy Dr. Lal. Major Callendar's spy, I suppose you know, but this time it didn't work. I am allowed to have a slight temperature." "Callendar doesn't trust a... | over much of India the same retreat on the part of humanity was beginning, into cellars, up hills, under trees. April, herald of horrors, is at hand. The sun was returning to his kingdom with power but without beauty that was the sinister feature. If only there had been beauty! His cruelty would have been tolerable the... | either case," said Fielding, and they filed out four Mohammedans, two Hindus and the Englishman. They stood on the verandah while their conveyances were summoned out of various patches of shade. "Aziz has a high opinion of you, he only did not speak because of his illness." "I quite understand," said Fielding, who was ... | he also; in his yellowy-white overflow not only matter, but brightness itself lay drowned. He was not the unattainable friend, either of men or birds or other suns, he was not the eternal promise, the never-withdrawn suggestion that haunts our consciousness; he was merely a creature, like the rest, and so debarred from... | A Passage To India |
"You would have allowed me to see her?" | Cyril Fielding | you not see her photograph?"<|quote|>"You would have allowed me to see her?"</|quote|>"Why not? I believe in | seen her, so why should you not see her photograph?"<|quote|>"You would have allowed me to see her?"</|quote|>"Why not? I believe in the purdah, but I should | world. He muttered, "Really, I don't know why you pay me this great compliment, Aziz, but I do appreciate it." "Oh, it's nothing, she was not a highly educated woman or even beautiful, but put it away. You would have seen her, so why should you not see her photograph?"<|quote|>"You would have allowed me to see her?"</|... | away." He was astonished, as a traveller who suddenly sees, between the stones of the desert, flowers. The flowers have been there all the time, but suddenly he sees them. He tried to look at the photograph, but in itself it was just a woman in a sari, facing the world. He muttered, "Really, I don't know why you pay me... | to worthy Dr. Lal. Major Callendar's spy, I suppose you know, but this time it didn't work. I am allowed to have a slight temperature." "Callendar doesn't trust anyone, English or Indian: that's his character, and I wish you weren't under him; but you are, and that's that." "Before you go, for you are evidently in a gr... | returning to his kingdom with power but without beauty that was the sinister feature. If only there had been beauty! His cruelty would have been tolerable then. Through excess of light, he failed to triumph, he also; in his yellowy-white overflow not only matter, but brightness itself lay drowned. He was not the unatta... | shade. "Aziz has a high opinion of you, he only did not speak because of his illness." "I quite understand," said Fielding, who was rather disappointed with his call. The Club comment, "making himself cheap as usual," passed through his mind. He couldn't even get his horse brought up. He had liked Aziz so much at their... | debarred from glory. CHAPTER XI Although the Indians had driven off, and Fielding could see his horse standing in a small shed in the corner of the compound, no one troubled to bring it to him. He started to get it himself, but was stopped by a call from the house. Aziz was sitting up in bed, looking dishevelled and sa... | A Passage To India |
"Why not? I believe in the purdah, but I should have told her you were my brother, and she would have seen you. Hamidullah saw her, and several others." | Dr. Aziz | allowed me to see her?"<|quote|>"Why not? I believe in the purdah, but I should have told her you were my brother, and she would have seen you. Hamidullah saw her, and several others."</|quote|>"Did she think they were | her photograph?" "You would have allowed me to see her?"<|quote|>"Why not? I believe in the purdah, but I should have told her you were my brother, and she would have seen you. Hamidullah saw her, and several others."</|quote|>"Did she think they were your brothers?" "Of course not, | you pay me this great compliment, Aziz, but I do appreciate it." "Oh, it's nothing, she was not a highly educated woman or even beautiful, but put it away. You would have seen her, so why should you not see her photograph?" "You would have allowed me to see her?"<|quote|>"Why not? I believe in the purdah, but I should ... | suddenly sees, between the stones of the desert, flowers. The flowers have been there all the time, but suddenly he sees them. He tried to look at the photograph, but in itself it was just a woman in a sari, facing the world. He muttered, "Really, I don't know why you pay me this great compliment, Aziz, but I do apprec... | suppose you know, but this time it didn't work. I am allowed to have a slight temperature." "Callendar doesn't trust anyone, English or Indian: that's his character, and I wish you weren't under him; but you are, and that's that." "Before you go, for you are evidently in a great hurry, will you please unlock that drawe... | beauty that was the sinister feature. If only there had been beauty! His cruelty would have been tolerable then. Through excess of light, he failed to triumph, he also; in his yellowy-white overflow not only matter, but brightness itself lay drowned. He was not the unattainable friend, either of men or birds or other s... | he only did not speak because of his illness." "I quite understand," said Fielding, who was rather disappointed with his call. The Club comment, "making himself cheap as usual," passed through his mind. He couldn't even get his horse brought up. He had liked Aziz so much at their first meeting, and had hoped for develo... | from the house. Aziz was sitting up in bed, looking dishevelled and sad. "Here's your home," he said sardonically. "Here's the celebrated hospitality of the East. Look at the flies. Look at the chunam coming off the walls. Isn't it jolly? Now I suppose you want to be off, having seen an Oriental interior." "Anyhow, you... | A Passage To India |
"Did she think they were your brothers?" | Cyril Fielding | saw her, and several others."<|quote|>"Did she think they were your brothers?"</|quote|>"Of course not, but the | would have seen you. Hamidullah saw her, and several others."<|quote|>"Did she think they were your brothers?"</|quote|>"Of course not, but the word exists and is convenient. | You would have seen her, so why should you not see her photograph?" "You would have allowed me to see her?" "Why not? I believe in the purdah, but I should have told her you were my brother, and she would have seen you. Hamidullah saw her, and several others."<|quote|>"Did she think they were your brothers?"</|quote|>"... | but in itself it was just a woman in a sari, facing the world. He muttered, "Really, I don't know why you pay me this great compliment, Aziz, but I do appreciate it." "Oh, it's nothing, she was not a highly educated woman or even beautiful, but put it away. You would have seen her, so why should you not see her photogr... | wish you weren't under him; but you are, and that's that." "Before you go, for you are evidently in a great hurry, will you please unlock that drawer? Do you see a piece of brown paper at the top?" "Yes." "Open it." "Who is this?" "She was my wife. You are the first Englishman she has ever come before. Now put her phot... | in his yellowy-white overflow not only matter, but brightness itself lay drowned. He was not the unattainable friend, either of men or birds or other suns, he was not the eternal promise, the never-withdrawn suggestion that haunts our consciousness; he was merely a creature, like the rest, and so debarred from glory. C... | passed through his mind. He couldn't even get his horse brought up. He had liked Aziz so much at their first meeting, and had hoped for developments. CHAPTER X The heat had leapt forward in the last hour, the street was deserted as if a catastrophe had cleaned off humanity during the inconclusive talk. Opposite Aziz' b... | only matter, but brightness itself lay drowned. He was not the unattainable friend, either of men or birds or other suns, he was not the eternal promise, the never-withdrawn suggestion that haunts our consciousness; he was merely a creature, like the rest, and so debarred from glory. CHAPTER XI Although the Indians had... | A Passage To India |
"Of course not, but the word exists and is convenient. All men are my brothers, and as soon as one behaves as such he may see my wife." | Dr. Aziz | think they were your brothers?"<|quote|>"Of course not, but the word exists and is convenient. All men are my brothers, and as soon as one behaves as such he may see my wife."</|quote|>"And when the whole world | and several others." "Did she think they were your brothers?"<|quote|>"Of course not, but the word exists and is convenient. All men are my brothers, and as soon as one behaves as such he may see my wife."</|quote|>"And when the whole world behaves as such, there will | should you not see her photograph?" "You would have allowed me to see her?" "Why not? I believe in the purdah, but I should have told her you were my brother, and she would have seen you. Hamidullah saw her, and several others." "Did she think they were your brothers?"<|quote|>"Of course not, but the word exists and is... | woman in a sari, facing the world. He muttered, "Really, I don't know why you pay me this great compliment, Aziz, but I do appreciate it." "Oh, it's nothing, she was not a highly educated woman or even beautiful, but put it away. You would have seen her, so why should you not see her photograph?" "You would have allowe... | are, and that's that." "Before you go, for you are evidently in a great hurry, will you please unlock that drawer? Do you see a piece of brown paper at the top?" "Yes." "Open it." "Who is this?" "She was my wife. You are the first Englishman she has ever come before. Now put her photograph away." He was astonished, as ... | but brightness itself lay drowned. He was not the unattainable friend, either of men or birds or other suns, he was not the eternal promise, the never-withdrawn suggestion that haunts our consciousness; he was merely a creature, like the rest, and so debarred from glory. CHAPTER XI Although the Indians had driven off, ... | get his horse brought up. He had liked Aziz so much at their first meeting, and had hoped for developments. CHAPTER X The heat had leapt forward in the last hour, the street was deserted as if a catastrophe had cleaned off humanity during the inconclusive talk. Opposite Aziz' bungalow stood a large unfinished house bel... | each other. All over the city and over much of India the same retreat on the part of humanity was beginning, into cellars, up hills, under trees. April, herald of horrors, is at hand. The sun was returning to his kingdom with power but without beauty that was the sinister feature. If only there had been beauty! His cru... | A Passage To India |
"And when the whole world behaves as such, there will be no more purdah?" | Cyril Fielding | he may see my wife."<|quote|>"And when the whole world behaves as such, there will be no more purdah?"</|quote|>"It is because you can | as one behaves as such he may see my wife."<|quote|>"And when the whole world behaves as such, there will be no more purdah?"</|quote|>"It is because you can say and feel such a | were my brother, and she would have seen you. Hamidullah saw her, and several others." "Did she think they were your brothers?" "Of course not, but the word exists and is convenient. All men are my brothers, and as soon as one behaves as such he may see my wife."<|quote|>"And when the whole world behaves as such, there... | nothing, she was not a highly educated woman or even beautiful, but put it away. You would have seen her, so why should you not see her photograph?" "You would have allowed me to see her?" "Why not? I believe in the purdah, but I should have told her you were my brother, and she would have seen you. Hamidullah saw her,... | paper at the top?" "Yes." "Open it." "Who is this?" "She was my wife. You are the first Englishman she has ever come before. Now put her photograph away." He was astonished, as a traveller who suddenly sees, between the stones of the desert, flowers. The flowers have been there all the time, but suddenly he sees them. ... | that haunts our consciousness; he was merely a creature, like the rest, and so debarred from glory. CHAPTER XI Although the Indians had driven off, and Fielding could see his horse standing in a small shed in the corner of the compound, no one troubled to bring it to him. He started to get it himself, but was stopped b... | the last hour, the street was deserted as if a catastrophe had cleaned off humanity during the inconclusive talk. Opposite Aziz' bungalow stood a large unfinished house belonging to two brothers, astrologers, and a squirrel hung head-downwards on it, pressing its belly against burning scaffolding and twitching a mangy ... | I suppose you know, but this time it didn't work. I am allowed to have a slight temperature." "Callendar doesn't trust anyone, English or Indian: that's his character, and I wish you weren't under him; but you are, and that's that." "Before you go, for you are evidently in a great hurry, will you please unlock that dra... | A Passage To India |
"It is because you can say and feel such a remark as that, that I show you the photograph," | Dr. Aziz | will be no more purdah?"<|quote|>"It is because you can say and feel such a remark as that, that I show you the photograph,"</|quote|>said Aziz gravely. "It is | world behaves as such, there will be no more purdah?"<|quote|>"It is because you can say and feel such a remark as that, that I show you the photograph,"</|quote|>said Aziz gravely. "It is beyond the power of most | others." "Did she think they were your brothers?" "Of course not, but the word exists and is convenient. All men are my brothers, and as soon as one behaves as such he may see my wife." "And when the whole world behaves as such, there will be no more purdah?"<|quote|>"It is because you can say and feel such a remark as... | away. You would have seen her, so why should you not see her photograph?" "You would have allowed me to see her?" "Why not? I believe in the purdah, but I should have told her you were my brother, and she would have seen you. Hamidullah saw her, and several others." "Did she think they were your brothers?" "Of course n... | You are the first Englishman she has ever come before. Now put her photograph away." He was astonished, as a traveller who suddenly sees, between the stones of the desert, flowers. The flowers have been there all the time, but suddenly he sees them. He tried to look at the photograph, but in itself it was just a woman ... | debarred from glory. CHAPTER XI Although the Indians had driven off, and Fielding could see his horse standing in a small shed in the corner of the compound, no one troubled to bring it to him. He started to get it himself, but was stopped by a call from the house. Aziz was sitting up in bed, looking dishevelled and sa... | humanity during the inconclusive talk. Opposite Aziz' bungalow stood a large unfinished house belonging to two brothers, astrologers, and a squirrel hung head-downwards on it, pressing its belly against burning scaffolding and twitching a mangy tail. It seemed the only occupant of the house, and the squeals it gave wer... | call from the house. Aziz was sitting up in bed, looking dishevelled and sad. "Here's your home," he said sardonically. "Here's the celebrated hospitality of the East. Look at the flies. Look at the chunam coming off the walls. Isn't it jolly? Now I suppose you want to be off, having seen an Oriental interior." "Anyhow... | A Passage To India |
said Aziz gravely. | No speaker | I show you the photograph,"<|quote|>said Aziz gravely.</|quote|>"It is beyond the power | a remark as that, that I show you the photograph,"<|quote|>said Aziz gravely.</|quote|>"It is beyond the power of most men. It is | men are my brothers, and as soon as one behaves as such he may see my wife." "And when the whole world behaves as such, there will be no more purdah?" "It is because you can say and feel such a remark as that, that I show you the photograph,"<|quote|>said Aziz gravely.</|quote|>"It is beyond the power of most men. It i... | to see her?" "Why not? I believe in the purdah, but I should have told her you were my brother, and she would have seen you. Hamidullah saw her, and several others." "Did she think they were your brothers?" "Of course not, but the word exists and is convenient. All men are my brothers, and as soon as one behaves as suc... | a traveller who suddenly sees, between the stones of the desert, flowers. The flowers have been there all the time, but suddenly he sees them. He tried to look at the photograph, but in itself it was just a woman in a sari, facing the world. He muttered, "Really, I don't know why you pay me this great compliment, Aziz,... | a small shed in the corner of the compound, no one troubled to bring it to him. He started to get it himself, but was stopped by a call from the house. Aziz was sitting up in bed, looking dishevelled and sad. "Here's your home," he said sardonically. "Here's the celebrated hospitality of the East. Look at the flies. Lo... | a squirrel hung head-downwards on it, pressing its belly against burning scaffolding and twitching a mangy tail. It seemed the only occupant of the house, and the squeals it gave were in tune with the infinite, no doubt, but not attractive except to other squirrels. More noises came from a dusty tree, where brown birds... | then. Through excess of light, he failed to triumph, he also; in his yellowy-white overflow not only matter, but brightness itself lay drowned. He was not the unattainable friend, either of men or birds or other suns, he was not the eternal promise, the never-withdrawn suggestion that haunts our consciousness; he was m... | A Passage To India |
"It is beyond the power of most men. It is because you behave well while I behave badly that I show it you. I never expected you to come back just now when I called you. I thought," | Dr. Aziz | the photograph," said Aziz gravely.<|quote|>"It is beyond the power of most men. It is because you behave well while I behave badly that I show it you. I never expected you to come back just now when I called you. I thought,"</|quote|>He has certainly done with | that, that I show you the photograph," said Aziz gravely.<|quote|>"It is beyond the power of most men. It is because you behave well while I behave badly that I show it you. I never expected you to come back just now when I called you. I thought,"</|quote|>He has certainly done with me; I have insulted him.' | brothers, and as soon as one behaves as such he may see my wife." "And when the whole world behaves as such, there will be no more purdah?" "It is because you can say and feel such a remark as that, that I show you the photograph," said Aziz gravely.<|quote|>"It is beyond the power of most men. It is because you behave... | "Why not? I believe in the purdah, but I should have told her you were my brother, and she would have seen you. Hamidullah saw her, and several others." "Did she think they were your brothers?" "Of course not, but the word exists and is convenient. All men are my brothers, and as soon as one behaves as such he may see ... | suddenly sees, between the stones of the desert, flowers. The flowers have been there all the time, but suddenly he sees them. He tried to look at the photograph, but in itself it was just a woman in a sari, facing the world. He muttered, "Really, I don't know why you pay me this great compliment, Aziz, but I do apprec... | in the corner of the compound, no one troubled to bring it to him. He started to get it himself, but was stopped by a call from the house. Aziz was sitting up in bed, looking dishevelled and sad. "Here's your home," he said sardonically. "Here's the celebrated hospitality of the East. Look at the flies. Look at the chu... | head-downwards on it, pressing its belly against burning scaffolding and twitching a mangy tail. It seemed the only occupant of the house, and the squeals it gave were in tune with the infinite, no doubt, but not attractive except to other squirrels. More noises came from a dusty tree, where brown birds creaked and flo... | this time it didn't work. I am allowed to have a slight temperature." "Callendar doesn't trust anyone, English or Indian: that's his character, and I wish you weren't under him; but you are, and that's that." "Before you go, for you are evidently in a great hurry, will you please unlock that drawer? Do you see a piece ... | A Passage To India |
He has certainly done with me; I have insulted him.' | No speaker | I called you. I thought,"<|quote|>He has certainly done with me; I have insulted him.'</|quote|>"Mr. Fielding, no one can | come back just now when I called you. I thought,"<|quote|>He has certainly done with me; I have insulted him.'</|quote|>"Mr. Fielding, no one can ever realize how much kindness | remark as that, that I show you the photograph," said Aziz gravely. "It is beyond the power of most men. It is because you behave well while I behave badly that I show it you. I never expected you to come back just now when I called you. I thought,"<|quote|>He has certainly done with me; I have insulted him.'</|quote|>... | not, but the word exists and is convenient. All men are my brothers, and as soon as one behaves as such he may see my wife." "And when the whole world behaves as such, there will be no more purdah?" "It is because you can say and feel such a remark as that, that I show you the photograph," said Aziz gravely. "It is bey... | a sari, facing the world. He muttered, "Really, I don't know why you pay me this great compliment, Aziz, but I do appreciate it." "Oh, it's nothing, she was not a highly educated woman or even beautiful, but put it away. You would have seen her, so why should you not see her photograph?" "You would have allowed me to s... | sad. "Here's your home," he said sardonically. "Here's the celebrated hospitality of the East. Look at the flies. Look at the chunam coming off the walls. Isn't it jolly? Now I suppose you want to be off, having seen an Oriental interior." "Anyhow, you want to rest." "I can rest the whole day, thanks to worthy Dr. Lal.... | except to other squirrels. More noises came from a dusty tree, where brown birds creaked and floundered about looking for insects; another bird, the invisible coppersmith, had started his "ponk ponk." It matters so little to the majority of living beings what the minority, that calls itself human, desires or decides. M... | he sees them. He tried to look at the photograph, but in itself it was just a woman in a sari, facing the world. He muttered, "Really, I don't know why you pay me this great compliment, Aziz, but I do appreciate it." "Oh, it's nothing, she was not a highly educated woman or even beautiful, but put it away. You would ha... | A Passage To India |
"Mr. Fielding, no one can ever realize how much kindness we Indians need, we do not even realize it ourselves. But we know when it has been given. We do not forget, though we may seem to. Kindness, more kindness, and even after that more kindness. I assure you it is the only hope." | Dr. Aziz | me; I have insulted him.'<|quote|>"Mr. Fielding, no one can ever realize how much kindness we Indians need, we do not even realize it ourselves. But we know when it has been given. We do not forget, though we may seem to. Kindness, more kindness, and even after that more kindness. I assure you it is the only hope."</|q... | He has certainly done with me; I have insulted him.'<|quote|>"Mr. Fielding, no one can ever realize how much kindness we Indians need, we do not even realize it ourselves. But we know when it has been given. We do not forget, though we may seem to. Kindness, more kindness, and even after that more kindness. I assure yo... | Aziz gravely. "It is beyond the power of most men. It is because you behave well while I behave badly that I show it you. I never expected you to come back just now when I called you. I thought," He has certainly done with me; I have insulted him.'<|quote|>"Mr. Fielding, no one can ever realize how much kindness we Ind... | are my brothers, and as soon as one behaves as such he may see my wife." "And when the whole world behaves as such, there will be no more purdah?" "It is because you can say and feel such a remark as that, that I show you the photograph," said Aziz gravely. "It is beyond the power of most men. It is because you behave ... | know why you pay me this great compliment, Aziz, but I do appreciate it." "Oh, it's nothing, she was not a highly educated woman or even beautiful, but put it away. You would have seen her, so why should you not see her photograph?" "You would have allowed me to see her?" "Why not? I believe in the purdah, but I should... | hospitality of the East. Look at the flies. Look at the chunam coming off the walls. Isn't it jolly? Now I suppose you want to be off, having seen an Oriental interior." "Anyhow, you want to rest." "I can rest the whole day, thanks to worthy Dr. Lal. Major Callendar's spy, I suppose you know, but this time it didn't wo... | tree, where brown birds creaked and floundered about looking for insects; another bird, the invisible coppersmith, had started his "ponk ponk." It matters so little to the majority of living beings what the minority, that calls itself human, desires or decides. Most of the inhabitants of India do not mind how India is ... | said sardonically. "Here's the celebrated hospitality of the East. Look at the flies. Look at the chunam coming off the walls. Isn't it jolly? Now I suppose you want to be off, having seen an Oriental interior." "Anyhow, you want to rest." "I can rest the whole day, thanks to worthy Dr. Lal. Major Callendar's spy, I su... | A Passage To India |
His voice seemed to arise from a dream. Altering it, yet still deep below his normal surface, he said, | No speaker | it is the only hope."<|quote|>His voice seemed to arise from a dream. Altering it, yet still deep below his normal surface, he said,</|quote|>"We can't build up India | more kindness. I assure you it is the only hope."<|quote|>His voice seemed to arise from a dream. Altering it, yet still deep below his normal surface, he said,</|quote|>"We can't build up India except on what we feel. | can ever realize how much kindness we Indians need, we do not even realize it ourselves. But we know when it has been given. We do not forget, though we may seem to. Kindness, more kindness, and even after that more kindness. I assure you it is the only hope."<|quote|>His voice seemed to arise from a dream. Altering it... | beyond the power of most men. It is because you behave well while I behave badly that I show it you. I never expected you to come back just now when I called you. I thought," He has certainly done with me; I have insulted him.' "Mr. Fielding, no one can ever realize how much kindness we Indians need, we do not even rea... | I believe in the purdah, but I should have told her you were my brother, and she would have seen you. Hamidullah saw her, and several others." "Did she think they were your brothers?" "Of course not, but the word exists and is convenient. All men are my brothers, and as soon as one behaves as such he may see my wife." ... | know, but this time it didn't work. I am allowed to have a slight temperature." "Callendar doesn't trust anyone, English or Indian: that's his character, and I wish you weren't under him; but you are, and that's that." "Before you go, for you are evidently in a great hurry, will you please unlock that drawer? Do you se... | Nor are the lower animals of England concerned about England, but in the tropics the indifference is more prominent, the inarticulate world is closer at hand and readier to resume control as soon as men are tired. When the seven gentlemen who had held such various opinions inside the bungalow came out of it, they were ... | was not the eternal promise, the never-withdrawn suggestion that haunts our consciousness; he was merely a creature, like the rest, and so debarred from glory. CHAPTER XI Although the Indians had driven off, and Fielding could see his horse standing in a small shed in the corner of the compound, no one troubled to brin... | A Passage To India |
"We can't build up India except on what we feel. What is the use of all these reforms, and Conciliation Committees for Mohurram, and shall we cut the tazia short or shall we carry it another route, and Councils of Notables and official parties where the English sneer at our skins?" | Dr. Aziz | his normal surface, he said,<|quote|>"We can't build up India except on what we feel. What is the use of all these reforms, and Conciliation Committees for Mohurram, and shall we cut the tazia short or shall we carry it another route, and Councils of Notables and official parties where the English sneer at our skins?"<... | it, yet still deep below his normal surface, he said,<|quote|>"We can't build up India except on what we feel. What is the use of all these reforms, and Conciliation Committees for Mohurram, and shall we cut the tazia short or shall we carry it another route, and Councils of Notables and official parties where the Engl... | when it has been given. We do not forget, though we may seem to. Kindness, more kindness, and even after that more kindness. I assure you it is the only hope." His voice seemed to arise from a dream. Altering it, yet still deep below his normal surface, he said,<|quote|>"We can't build up India except on what we feel. ... | it you. I never expected you to come back just now when I called you. I thought," He has certainly done with me; I have insulted him.' "Mr. Fielding, no one can ever realize how much kindness we Indians need, we do not even realize it ourselves. But we know when it has been given. We do not forget, though we may seem t... | seen you. Hamidullah saw her, and several others." "Did she think they were your brothers?" "Of course not, but the word exists and is convenient. All men are my brothers, and as soon as one behaves as such he may see my wife." "And when the whole world behaves as such, there will be no more purdah?" "It is because you... | English or Indian: that's his character, and I wish you weren't under him; but you are, and that's that." "Before you go, for you are evidently in a great hurry, will you please unlock that drawer? Do you see a piece of brown paper at the top?" "Yes." "Open it." "Who is this?" "She was my wife. You are the first Englis... | the inarticulate world is closer at hand and readier to resume control as soon as men are tired. When the seven gentlemen who had held such various opinions inside the bungalow came out of it, they were aware of a common burden, a vague threat which they called "the bad weather coming." They felt that they could not do... | been there all the time, but suddenly he sees them. He tried to look at the photograph, but in itself it was just a woman in a sari, facing the world. He muttered, "Really, I don't know why you pay me this great compliment, Aziz, but I do appreciate it." "Oh, it's nothing, she was not a highly educated woman or even be... | A Passage To India |
"It's beginning at the wrong end, isn't it? I know, but institutions and the governments don't." | Cyril Fielding | English sneer at our skins?"<|quote|>"It's beginning at the wrong end, isn't it? I know, but institutions and the governments don't."</|quote|>He looked again at the | and official parties where the English sneer at our skins?"<|quote|>"It's beginning at the wrong end, isn't it? I know, but institutions and the governments don't."</|quote|>He looked again at the photograph. The lady faced the | can't build up India except on what we feel. What is the use of all these reforms, and Conciliation Committees for Mohurram, and shall we cut the tazia short or shall we carry it another route, and Councils of Notables and official parties where the English sneer at our skins?"<|quote|>"It's beginning at the wrong end,... | it has been given. We do not forget, though we may seem to. Kindness, more kindness, and even after that more kindness. I assure you it is the only hope." His voice seemed to arise from a dream. Altering it, yet still deep below his normal surface, he said, "We can't build up India except on what we feel. What is the u... | there will be no more purdah?" "It is because you can say and feel such a remark as that, that I show you the photograph," said Aziz gravely. "It is beyond the power of most men. It is because you behave well while I behave badly that I show it you. I never expected you to come back just now when I called you. I though... | is this?" "She was my wife. You are the first Englishman she has ever come before. Now put her photograph away." He was astonished, as a traveller who suddenly sees, between the stones of the desert, flowers. The flowers have been there all the time, but suddenly he sees them. He tried to look at the photograph, but in... | coming." They felt that they could not do their work, or would not be paid enough for doing it. The space between them and their carriages, instead of being empty, was clogged with a medium that pressed against their flesh, the carriage cushions scalded their trousers, their eyes pricked, domes of hot water accumulated... | the top?" "Yes." "Open it." "Who is this?" "She was my wife. You are the first Englishman she has ever come before. Now put her photograph away." He was astonished, as a traveller who suddenly sees, between the stones of the desert, flowers. The flowers have been there all the time, but suddenly he sees them. He tried ... | A Passage To India |
He looked again at the photograph. The lady faced the world at her husband's wish and her own, but how bewildering she found it, the echoing contradictory world! | No speaker | institutions and the governments don't."<|quote|>He looked again at the photograph. The lady faced the world at her husband's wish and her own, but how bewildering she found it, the echoing contradictory world!</|quote|>"Put her away, she is | isn't it? I know, but institutions and the governments don't."<|quote|>He looked again at the photograph. The lady faced the world at her husband's wish and her own, but how bewildering she found it, the echoing contradictory world!</|quote|>"Put her away, she is of no importance, she is | reforms, and Conciliation Committees for Mohurram, and shall we cut the tazia short or shall we carry it another route, and Councils of Notables and official parties where the English sneer at our skins?" "It's beginning at the wrong end, isn't it? I know, but institutions and the governments don't."<|quote|>He looked ... | and even after that more kindness. I assure you it is the only hope." His voice seemed to arise from a dream. Altering it, yet still deep below his normal surface, he said, "We can't build up India except on what we feel. What is the use of all these reforms, and Conciliation Committees for Mohurram, and shall we cut t... | remark as that, that I show you the photograph," said Aziz gravely. "It is beyond the power of most men. It is because you behave well while I behave badly that I show it you. I never expected you to come back just now when I called you. I thought," He has certainly done with me; I have insulted him.' "Mr. Fielding, no... | Now put her photograph away." He was astonished, as a traveller who suddenly sees, between the stones of the desert, flowers. The flowers have been there all the time, but suddenly he sees them. He tried to look at the photograph, but in itself it was just a woman in a sari, facing the world. He muttered, "Really, I do... | for doing it. The space between them and their carriages, instead of being empty, was clogged with a medium that pressed against their flesh, the carriage cushions scalded their trousers, their eyes pricked, domes of hot water accumulated under their head-gear and poured down their cheeks. Salaaming feebly, they disper... | the walls. Isn't it jolly? Now I suppose you want to be off, having seen an Oriental interior." "Anyhow, you want to rest." "I can rest the whole day, thanks to worthy Dr. Lal. Major Callendar's spy, I suppose you know, but this time it didn't work. I am allowed to have a slight temperature." "Callendar doesn't trust a... | A Passage To India |
"Put her away, she is of no importance, she is dead," | Dr. Aziz | it, the echoing contradictory world!<|quote|>"Put her away, she is of no importance, she is dead,"</|quote|>said Aziz gently. "I showed | but how bewildering she found it, the echoing contradictory world!<|quote|>"Put her away, she is of no importance, she is dead,"</|quote|>said Aziz gently. "I showed her to you because I | the English sneer at our skins?" "It's beginning at the wrong end, isn't it? I know, but institutions and the governments don't." He looked again at the photograph. The lady faced the world at her husband's wish and her own, but how bewildering she found it, the echoing contradictory world!<|quote|>"Put her away, she i... | his normal surface, he said, "We can't build up India except on what we feel. What is the use of all these reforms, and Conciliation Committees for Mohurram, and shall we cut the tazia short or shall we carry it another route, and Councils of Notables and official parties where the English sneer at our skins?" "It's be... | behave badly that I show it you. I never expected you to come back just now when I called you. I thought," He has certainly done with me; I have insulted him.' "Mr. Fielding, no one can ever realize how much kindness we Indians need, we do not even realize it ourselves. But we know when it has been given. We do not for... | time, but suddenly he sees them. He tried to look at the photograph, but in itself it was just a woman in a sari, facing the world. He muttered, "Really, I don't know why you pay me this great compliment, Aziz, but I do appreciate it." "Oh, it's nothing, she was not a highly educated woman or even beautiful, but put it... | their trousers, their eyes pricked, domes of hot water accumulated under their head-gear and poured down their cheeks. Salaaming feebly, they dispersed for the interior of other bungalows, to recover their self-esteem and the qualities that distinguished them from each other. All over the city and over much of India th... | do appreciate it." "Oh, it's nothing, she was not a highly educated woman or even beautiful, but put it away. You would have seen her, so why should you not see her photograph?" "You would have allowed me to see her?" "Why not? I believe in the purdah, but I should have told her you were my brother, and she would have ... | A Passage To India |
said Aziz gently. | No speaker | no importance, she is dead,"<|quote|>said Aziz gently.</|quote|>"I showed her to you | her away, she is of no importance, she is dead,"<|quote|>said Aziz gently.</|quote|>"I showed her to you because I have nothing else | end, isn't it? I know, but institutions and the governments don't." He looked again at the photograph. The lady faced the world at her husband's wish and her own, but how bewildering she found it, the echoing contradictory world! "Put her away, she is of no importance, she is dead,"<|quote|>said Aziz gently.</|quote|>"... | on what we feel. What is the use of all these reforms, and Conciliation Committees for Mohurram, and shall we cut the tazia short or shall we carry it another route, and Councils of Notables and official parties where the English sneer at our skins?" "It's beginning at the wrong end, isn't it? I know, but institutions ... | to come back just now when I called you. I thought," He has certainly done with me; I have insulted him.' "Mr. Fielding, no one can ever realize how much kindness we Indians need, we do not even realize it ourselves. But we know when it has been given. We do not forget, though we may seem to. Kindness, more kindness, a... | the photograph, but in itself it was just a woman in a sari, facing the world. He muttered, "Really, I don't know why you pay me this great compliment, Aziz, but I do appreciate it." "Oh, it's nothing, she was not a highly educated woman or even beautiful, but put it away. You would have seen her, so why should you not... | their head-gear and poured down their cheeks. Salaaming feebly, they dispersed for the interior of other bungalows, to recover their self-esteem and the qualities that distinguished them from each other. All over the city and over much of India the same retreat on the part of humanity was beginning, into cellars, up hi... | educated woman or even beautiful, but put it away. You would have seen her, so why should you not see her photograph?" "You would have allowed me to see her?" "Why not? I believe in the purdah, but I should have told her you were my brother, and she would have seen you. Hamidullah saw her, and several others." "Did she... | A Passage To India |
"I showed her to you because I have nothing else to show. You may look round the whole of my bungalow now, and empty everything. I have no other secrets, my three children live away with their grandmamma, and that is all." | Dr. Aziz | is dead," said Aziz gently.<|quote|>"I showed her to you because I have nothing else to show. You may look round the whole of my bungalow now, and empty everything. I have no other secrets, my three children live away with their grandmamma, and that is all."</|quote|>Fielding sat down by the | is of no importance, she is dead," said Aziz gently.<|quote|>"I showed her to you because I have nothing else to show. You may look round the whole of my bungalow now, and empty everything. I have no other secrets, my three children live away with their grandmamma, and that is all."</|quote|>Fielding sat down by the be... | I know, but institutions and the governments don't." He looked again at the photograph. The lady faced the world at her husband's wish and her own, but how bewildering she found it, the echoing contradictory world! "Put her away, she is of no importance, she is dead," said Aziz gently.<|quote|>"I showed her to you beca... | feel. What is the use of all these reforms, and Conciliation Committees for Mohurram, and shall we cut the tazia short or shall we carry it another route, and Councils of Notables and official parties where the English sneer at our skins?" "It's beginning at the wrong end, isn't it? I know, but institutions and the gov... | just now when I called you. I thought," He has certainly done with me; I have insulted him.' "Mr. Fielding, no one can ever realize how much kindness we Indians need, we do not even realize it ourselves. But we know when it has been given. We do not forget, though we may seem to. Kindness, more kindness, and even after... | in itself it was just a woman in a sari, facing the world. He muttered, "Really, I don't know why you pay me this great compliment, Aziz, but I do appreciate it." "Oh, it's nothing, she was not a highly educated woman or even beautiful, but put it away. You would have seen her, so why should you not see her photograph?... | poured down their cheeks. Salaaming feebly, they dispersed for the interior of other bungalows, to recover their self-esteem and the qualities that distinguished them from each other. All over the city and over much of India the same retreat on the part of humanity was beginning, into cellars, up hills, under trees. Ap... | you weren't under him; but you are, and that's that." "Before you go, for you are evidently in a great hurry, will you please unlock that drawer? Do you see a piece of brown paper at the top?" "Yes." "Open it." "Who is this?" "She was my wife. You are the first Englishman she has ever come before. Now put her photograp... | A Passage To India |
Fielding sat down by the bed, flattered at the trust reposed in him, yet rather sad. He felt old. He wished that he too could be carried away on waves of emotion. The next time they met, Aziz might be cautious and standoffish. He realized this, and it made him sad that he should realize it. Kindness, kindness, and more... | No speaker | grandmamma, and that is all."<|quote|>Fielding sat down by the bed, flattered at the trust reposed in him, yet rather sad. He felt old. He wished that he too could be carried away on waves of emotion. The next time they met, Aziz might be cautious and standoffish. He realized this, and it made him sad that he should re... | children live away with their grandmamma, and that is all."<|quote|>Fielding sat down by the bed, flattered at the trust reposed in him, yet rather sad. He felt old. He wished that he too could be carried away on waves of emotion. The next time they met, Aziz might be cautious and standoffish. He realized this, and it ... | no importance, she is dead," said Aziz gently. "I showed her to you because I have nothing else to show. You may look round the whole of my bungalow now, and empty everything. I have no other secrets, my three children live away with their grandmamma, and that is all."<|quote|>Fielding sat down by the bed, flattered at... | "It's beginning at the wrong end, isn't it? I know, but institutions and the governments don't." He looked again at the photograph. The lady faced the world at her husband's wish and her own, but how bewildering she found it, the echoing contradictory world! "Put her away, she is of no importance, she is dead," said Az... | it has been given. We do not forget, though we may seem to. Kindness, more kindness, and even after that more kindness. I assure you it is the only hope." His voice seemed to arise from a dream. Altering it, yet still deep below his normal surface, he said, "We can't build up India except on what we feel. What is the u... | or even beautiful, but put it away. You would have seen her, so why should you not see her photograph?" "You would have allowed me to see her?" "Why not? I believe in the purdah, but I should have told her you were my brother, and she would have seen you. Hamidullah saw her, and several others." "Did she think they wer... | of humanity was beginning, into cellars, up hills, under trees. April, herald of horrors, is at hand. The sun was returning to his kingdom with power but without beauty that was the sinister feature. If only there had been beauty! His cruelty would have been tolerable then. Through excess of light, he failed to triumph... | highly educated woman or even beautiful, but put it away. You would have seen her, so why should you not see her photograph?" "You would have allowed me to see her?" "Why not? I believe in the purdah, but I should have told her you were my brother, and she would have seen you. Hamidullah saw her, and several others." "... | A Passage To India |
"I shall not really be intimate with this fellow," | Cyril Fielding | "everything ranged coldly on shelves."<|quote|>"I shall not really be intimate with this fellow,"</|quote|>Fielding thought, and then "nor | he would have called it "everything ranged coldly on shelves."<|quote|>"I shall not really be intimate with this fellow,"</|quote|>Fielding thought, and then "nor with anyone." That was the | it off, memories of her and thoughts about her had kept him from other women for a time; then indulgence, followed by repentance and equilibrium. Meagre really except the equilibrium, and Aziz didn't want to have that confided to him he would have called it "everything ranged coldly on shelves."<|quote|>"I shall not re... | at his own life. What a poor crop of secrets it had produced! There were things in it that he had shown to no one, but they were so uninteresting, it wasn't worth while lifting a purdah on their account. He'd been in love, engaged to be married, lady broke it off, memories of her and thoughts about her had kept him fro... | the trust reposed in him, yet rather sad. He felt old. He wished that he too could be carried away on waves of emotion. The next time they met, Aziz might be cautious and standoffish. He realized this, and it made him sad that he should realize it. Kindness, kindness, and more kindness yes, that he might supply, but wa... | though we may seem to. Kindness, more kindness, and even after that more kindness. I assure you it is the only hope." His voice seemed to arise from a dream. Altering it, yet still deep below his normal surface, he said, "We can't build up India except on what we feel. What is the use of all these reforms, and Concilia... | "Anyhow, you want to rest." "I can rest the whole day, thanks to worthy Dr. Lal. Major Callendar's spy, I suppose you know, but this time it didn't work. I am allowed to have a slight temperature." "Callendar doesn't trust anyone, English or Indian: that's his character, and I wish you weren't under him; but you are, a... | given. We do not forget, though we may seem to. Kindness, more kindness, and even after that more kindness. I assure you it is the only hope." His voice seemed to arise from a dream. Altering it, yet still deep below his normal surface, he said, "We can't build up India except on what we feel. What is the use of all th... | A Passage To India |
Fielding thought, and then | No speaker | be intimate with this fellow,"<|quote|>Fielding thought, and then</|quote|>"nor with anyone." That was | shelves." "I shall not really be intimate with this fellow,"<|quote|>Fielding thought, and then</|quote|>"nor with anyone." That was the corollary. And he had | had kept him from other women for a time; then indulgence, followed by repentance and equilibrium. Meagre really except the equilibrium, and Aziz didn't want to have that confided to him he would have called it "everything ranged coldly on shelves." "I shall not really be intimate with this fellow,"<|quote|>Fielding th... | secrets it had produced! There were things in it that he had shown to no one, but they were so uninteresting, it wasn't worth while lifting a purdah on their account. He'd been in love, engaged to be married, lady broke it off, memories of her and thoughts about her had kept him from other women for a time; then indulg... | felt old. He wished that he too could be carried away on waves of emotion. The next time they met, Aziz might be cautious and standoffish. He realized this, and it made him sad that he should realize it. Kindness, kindness, and more kindness yes, that he might supply, but was that really all that the queer nation neede... | even after that more kindness. I assure you it is the only hope." His voice seemed to arise from a dream. Altering it, yet still deep below his normal surface, he said, "We can't build up India except on what we feel. What is the use of all these reforms, and Conciliation Committees for Mohurram, and shall we cut the t... | whole day, thanks to worthy Dr. Lal. Major Callendar's spy, I suppose you know, but this time it didn't work. I am allowed to have a slight temperature." "Callendar doesn't trust anyone, English or Indian: that's his character, and I wish you weren't under him; but you are, and that's that." "Before you go, for you are... | dream. Altering it, yet still deep below his normal surface, he said, "We can't build up India except on what we feel. What is the use of all these reforms, and Conciliation Committees for Mohurram, and shall we cut the tazia short or shall we carry it another route, and Councils of Notables and official parties where ... | A Passage To India |
"nor with anyone." | Cyril Fielding | fellow," Fielding thought, and then<|quote|>"nor with anyone."</|quote|>That was the corollary. And | really be intimate with this fellow," Fielding thought, and then<|quote|>"nor with anyone."</|quote|>That was the corollary. And he had to confess that | other women for a time; then indulgence, followed by repentance and equilibrium. Meagre really except the equilibrium, and Aziz didn't want to have that confided to him he would have called it "everything ranged coldly on shelves." "I shall not really be intimate with this fellow," Fielding thought, and then<|quote|>"n... | There were things in it that he had shown to no one, but they were so uninteresting, it wasn't worth while lifting a purdah on their account. He'd been in love, engaged to be married, lady broke it off, memories of her and thoughts about her had kept him from other women for a time; then indulgence, followed by repenta... | that he too could be carried away on waves of emotion. The next time they met, Aziz might be cautious and standoffish. He realized this, and it made him sad that he should realize it. Kindness, kindness, and more kindness yes, that he might supply, but was that really all that the queer nation needed? Did it not also d... | kindness. I assure you it is the only hope." His voice seemed to arise from a dream. Altering it, yet still deep below his normal surface, he said, "We can't build up India except on what we feel. What is the use of all these reforms, and Conciliation Committees for Mohurram, and shall we cut the tazia short or shall w... | worthy Dr. Lal. Major Callendar's spy, I suppose you know, but this time it didn't work. I am allowed to have a slight temperature." "Callendar doesn't trust anyone, English or Indian: that's his character, and I wish you weren't under him; but you are, and that's that." "Before you go, for you are evidently in a great... | my brother, and she would have seen you. Hamidullah saw her, and several others." "Did she think they were your brothers?" "Of course not, but the word exists and is convenient. All men are my brothers, and as soon as one behaves as such he may see my wife." "And when the whole world behaves as such, there will be no m... | A Passage To India |
That was the corollary. And he had to confess that he really didn't mind, that he was content to help people, and like them as long as they didn't object, and if they objected pass on serenely. Experience can do much, and all that he had learnt in England and Europe was an assistance to him, and helped him towards clar... | No speaker | and then "nor with anyone."<|quote|>That was the corollary. And he had to confess that he really didn't mind, that he was content to help people, and like them as long as they didn't object, and if they objected pass on serenely. Experience can do much, and all that he had learnt in England and Europe was an assistance... | with this fellow," Fielding thought, and then "nor with anyone."<|quote|>That was the corollary. And he had to confess that he really didn't mind, that he was content to help people, and like them as long as they didn't object, and if they objected pass on serenely. Experience can do much, and all that he had learnt in... | a time; then indulgence, followed by repentance and equilibrium. Meagre really except the equilibrium, and Aziz didn't want to have that confided to him he would have called it "everything ranged coldly on shelves." "I shall not really be intimate with this fellow," Fielding thought, and then "nor with anyone."<|quote|... | in it that he had shown to no one, but they were so uninteresting, it wasn't worth while lifting a purdah on their account. He'd been in love, engaged to be married, lady broke it off, memories of her and thoughts about her had kept him from other women for a time; then indulgence, followed by repentance and equilibriu... | could be carried away on waves of emotion. The next time they met, Aziz might be cautious and standoffish. He realized this, and it made him sad that he should realize it. Kindness, kindness, and more kindness yes, that he might supply, but was that really all that the queer nation needed? Did it not also demand an occ... | you it is the only hope." His voice seemed to arise from a dream. Altering it, yet still deep below his normal surface, he said, "We can't build up India except on what we feel. What is the use of all these reforms, and Conciliation Committees for Mohurram, and shall we cut the tazia short or shall we carry it another ... | Major Callendar's spy, I suppose you know, but this time it didn't work. I am allowed to have a slight temperature." "Callendar doesn't trust anyone, English or Indian: that's his character, and I wish you weren't under him; but you are, and that's that." "Before you go, for you are evidently in a great hurry, will you... | deep below his normal surface, he said, "We can't build up India except on what we feel. What is the use of all these reforms, and Conciliation Committees for Mohurram, and shall we cut the tazia short or shall we carry it another route, and Councils of Notables and official parties where the English sneer at our skins... | A Passage To India |
"How did you like the two ladies you met last Thursday?" | Cyril Fielding | him from experiencing something else.<|quote|>"How did you like the two ladies you met last Thursday?"</|quote|>he asked. Aziz shook his | towards clarity, but clarity prevented him from experiencing something else.<|quote|>"How did you like the two ladies you met last Thursday?"</|quote|>he asked. Aziz shook his head distastefully. The question reminded | help people, and like them as long as they didn't object, and if they objected pass on serenely. Experience can do much, and all that he had learnt in England and Europe was an assistance to him, and helped him towards clarity, but clarity prevented him from experiencing something else.<|quote|>"How did you like the tw... | have that confided to him he would have called it "everything ranged coldly on shelves." "I shall not really be intimate with this fellow," Fielding thought, and then "nor with anyone." That was the corollary. And he had to confess that he really didn't mind, that he was content to help people, and like them as long as... | this outburst of confidence, and what hostage could he give in exchange? He looked back at his own life. What a poor crop of secrets it had produced! There were things in it that he had shown to no one, but they were so uninteresting, it wasn't worth while lifting a purdah on their account. He'd been in love, engaged t... | where the English sneer at our skins?" "It's beginning at the wrong end, isn't it? I know, but institutions and the governments don't." He looked again at the photograph. The lady faced the world at her husband's wish and her own, but how bewildering she found it, the echoing contradictory world! "Put her away, she is ... | at the top?" "Yes." "Open it." "Who is this?" "She was my wife. You are the first Englishman she has ever come before. Now put her photograph away." He was astonished, as a traveller who suddenly sees, between the stones of the desert, flowers. The flowers have been there all the time, but suddenly he sees them. He tri... | emotion. The next time they met, Aziz might be cautious and standoffish. He realized this, and it made him sad that he should realize it. Kindness, kindness, and more kindness yes, that he might supply, but was that really all that the queer nation needed? Did it not also demand an occasional intoxication of the blood?... | A Passage To India |
he asked. Aziz shook his head distastefully. The question reminded him of his rash remark about the Marabar Caves. | No speaker | ladies you met last Thursday?"<|quote|>he asked. Aziz shook his head distastefully. The question reminded him of his rash remark about the Marabar Caves.</|quote|>"How do you like Englishwomen | did you like the two ladies you met last Thursday?"<|quote|>he asked. Aziz shook his head distastefully. The question reminded him of his rash remark about the Marabar Caves.</|quote|>"How do you like Englishwomen generally?" "Hamidullah liked them in | and if they objected pass on serenely. Experience can do much, and all that he had learnt in England and Europe was an assistance to him, and helped him towards clarity, but clarity prevented him from experiencing something else. "How did you like the two ladies you met last Thursday?"<|quote|>he asked. Aziz shook his ... | ranged coldly on shelves." "I shall not really be intimate with this fellow," Fielding thought, and then "nor with anyone." That was the corollary. And he had to confess that he really didn't mind, that he was content to help people, and like them as long as they didn't object, and if they objected pass on serenely. Ex... | exchange? He looked back at his own life. What a poor crop of secrets it had produced! There were things in it that he had shown to no one, but they were so uninteresting, it wasn't worth while lifting a purdah on their account. He'd been in love, engaged to be married, lady broke it off, memories of her and thoughts a... | wrong end, isn't it? I know, but institutions and the governments don't." He looked again at the photograph. The lady faced the world at her husband's wish and her own, but how bewildering she found it, the echoing contradictory world! "Put her away, she is of no importance, she is dead," said Aziz gently. "I showed he... | my wife. You are the first Englishman she has ever come before. Now put her photograph away." He was astonished, as a traveller who suddenly sees, between the stones of the desert, flowers. The flowers have been there all the time, but suddenly he sees them. He tried to look at the photograph, but in itself it was just... | what hostage could he give in exchange? He looked back at his own life. What a poor crop of secrets it had produced! There were things in it that he had shown to no one, but they were so uninteresting, it wasn't worth while lifting a purdah on their account. He'd been in love, engaged to be married, lady broke it off, ... | A Passage To India |
"How do you like Englishwomen generally?" | Cyril Fielding | remark about the Marabar Caves.<|quote|>"How do you like Englishwomen generally?"</|quote|>"Hamidullah liked them in England. | reminded him of his rash remark about the Marabar Caves.<|quote|>"How do you like Englishwomen generally?"</|quote|>"Hamidullah liked them in England. Here we never look at | and Europe was an assistance to him, and helped him towards clarity, but clarity prevented him from experiencing something else. "How did you like the two ladies you met last Thursday?" he asked. Aziz shook his head distastefully. The question reminded him of his rash remark about the Marabar Caves.<|quote|>"How do you... | anyone." That was the corollary. And he had to confess that he really didn't mind, that he was content to help people, and like them as long as they didn't object, and if they objected pass on serenely. Experience can do much, and all that he had learnt in England and Europe was an assistance to him, and helped him tow... | things in it that he had shown to no one, but they were so uninteresting, it wasn't worth while lifting a purdah on their account. He'd been in love, engaged to be married, lady broke it off, memories of her and thoughts about her had kept him from other women for a time; then indulgence, followed by repentance and equ... | lady faced the world at her husband's wish and her own, but how bewildering she found it, the echoing contradictory world! "Put her away, she is of no importance, she is dead," said Aziz gently. "I showed her to you because I have nothing else to show. You may look round the whole of my bungalow now, and empty everythi... | astonished, as a traveller who suddenly sees, between the stones of the desert, flowers. The flowers have been there all the time, but suddenly he sees them. He tried to look at the photograph, but in itself it was just a woman in a sari, facing the world. He muttered, "Really, I don't know why you pay me this great co... | we may seem to. Kindness, more kindness, and even after that more kindness. I assure you it is the only hope." His voice seemed to arise from a dream. Altering it, yet still deep below his normal surface, he said, "We can't build up India except on what we feel. What is the use of all these reforms, and Conciliation Co... | A Passage To India |
"Hamidullah liked them in England. Here we never look at them. Oh no, much too careful. Let's talk of something else." | Dr. Aziz | do you like Englishwomen generally?"<|quote|>"Hamidullah liked them in England. Here we never look at them. Oh no, much too careful. Let's talk of something else."</|quote|>"Hamidullah's right: they are much | about the Marabar Caves. "How do you like Englishwomen generally?"<|quote|>"Hamidullah liked them in England. Here we never look at them. Oh no, much too careful. Let's talk of something else."</|quote|>"Hamidullah's right: they are much nicer in England. There's something | him, and helped him towards clarity, but clarity prevented him from experiencing something else. "How did you like the two ladies you met last Thursday?" he asked. Aziz shook his head distastefully. The question reminded him of his rash remark about the Marabar Caves. "How do you like Englishwomen generally?"<|quote|>"... | he had to confess that he really didn't mind, that he was content to help people, and like them as long as they didn't object, and if they objected pass on serenely. Experience can do much, and all that he had learnt in England and Europe was an assistance to him, and helped him towards clarity, but clarity prevented h... | shown to no one, but they were so uninteresting, it wasn't worth while lifting a purdah on their account. He'd been in love, engaged to be married, lady broke it off, memories of her and thoughts about her had kept him from other women for a time; then indulgence, followed by repentance and equilibrium. Meagre really e... | husband's wish and her own, but how bewildering she found it, the echoing contradictory world! "Put her away, she is of no importance, she is dead," said Aziz gently. "I showed her to you because I have nothing else to show. You may look round the whole of my bungalow now, and empty everything. I have no other secrets,... | sees, between the stones of the desert, flowers. The flowers have been there all the time, but suddenly he sees them. He tried to look at the photograph, but in itself it was just a woman in a sari, facing the world. He muttered, "Really, I don't know why you pay me this great compliment, Aziz, but I do appreciate it."... | she found it, the echoing contradictory world! "Put her away, she is of no importance, she is dead," said Aziz gently. "I showed her to you because I have nothing else to show. You may look round the whole of my bungalow now, and empty everything. I have no other secrets, my three children live away with their grandmam... | A Passage To India |
"Hamidullah's right: they are much nicer in England. There's something that doesn't suit them out here." | Cyril Fielding | Let's talk of something else."<|quote|>"Hamidullah's right: they are much nicer in England. There's something that doesn't suit them out here."</|quote|>Aziz after another silence said, | Oh no, much too careful. Let's talk of something else."<|quote|>"Hamidullah's right: they are much nicer in England. There's something that doesn't suit them out here."</|quote|>Aziz after another silence said, "Why are you not married?" | you met last Thursday?" he asked. Aziz shook his head distastefully. The question reminded him of his rash remark about the Marabar Caves. "How do you like Englishwomen generally?" "Hamidullah liked them in England. Here we never look at them. Oh no, much too careful. Let's talk of something else."<|quote|>"Hamidullah'... | as they didn't object, and if they objected pass on serenely. Experience can do much, and all that he had learnt in England and Europe was an assistance to him, and helped him towards clarity, but clarity prevented him from experiencing something else. "How did you like the two ladies you met last Thursday?" he asked. ... | in love, engaged to be married, lady broke it off, memories of her and thoughts about her had kept him from other women for a time; then indulgence, followed by repentance and equilibrium. Meagre really except the equilibrium, and Aziz didn't want to have that confided to him he would have called it "everything ranged ... | no importance, she is dead," said Aziz gently. "I showed her to you because I have nothing else to show. You may look round the whole of my bungalow now, and empty everything. I have no other secrets, my three children live away with their grandmamma, and that is all." Fielding sat down by the bed, flattered at the tru... | He tried to look at the photograph, but in itself it was just a woman in a sari, facing the world. He muttered, "Really, I don't know why you pay me this great compliment, Aziz, but I do appreciate it." "Oh, it's nothing, she was not a highly educated woman or even beautiful, but put it away. You would have seen her, s... | on waves of emotion. The next time they met, Aziz might be cautious and standoffish. He realized this, and it made him sad that he should realize it. Kindness, kindness, and more kindness yes, that he might supply, but was that really all that the queer nation needed? Did it not also demand an occasional intoxication o... | A Passage To India |
Aziz after another silence said, | No speaker | doesn't suit them out here."<|quote|>Aziz after another silence said,</|quote|>"Why are you not married?" | in England. There's something that doesn't suit them out here."<|quote|>Aziz after another silence said,</|quote|>"Why are you not married?" Fielding was pleased that he | his rash remark about the Marabar Caves. "How do you like Englishwomen generally?" "Hamidullah liked them in England. Here we never look at them. Oh no, much too careful. Let's talk of something else." "Hamidullah's right: they are much nicer in England. There's something that doesn't suit them out here."<|quote|>Aziz ... | all that he had learnt in England and Europe was an assistance to him, and helped him towards clarity, but clarity prevented him from experiencing something else. "How did you like the two ladies you met last Thursday?" he asked. Aziz shook his head distastefully. The question reminded him of his rash remark about the ... | her had kept him from other women for a time; then indulgence, followed by repentance and equilibrium. Meagre really except the equilibrium, and Aziz didn't want to have that confided to him he would have called it "everything ranged coldly on shelves." "I shall not really be intimate with this fellow," Fielding though... | nothing else to show. You may look round the whole of my bungalow now, and empty everything. I have no other secrets, my three children live away with their grandmamma, and that is all." Fielding sat down by the bed, flattered at the trust reposed in him, yet rather sad. He felt old. He wished that he too could be carr... | a sari, facing the world. He muttered, "Really, I don't know why you pay me this great compliment, Aziz, but I do appreciate it." "Oh, it's nothing, she was not a highly educated woman or even beautiful, but put it away. You would have seen her, so why should you not see her photograph?" "You would have allowed me to s... | he should realize it. Kindness, kindness, and more kindness yes, that he might supply, but was that really all that the queer nation needed? Did it not also demand an occasional intoxication of the blood? What had he done to deserve this outburst of confidence, and what hostage could he give in exchange? He looked back... | A Passage To India |
"Why are you not married?" | Dr. Aziz | Aziz after another silence said,<|quote|>"Why are you not married?"</|quote|>Fielding was pleased that he | doesn't suit them out here." Aziz after another silence said,<|quote|>"Why are you not married?"</|quote|>Fielding was pleased that he had asked. "Because I have | Marabar Caves. "How do you like Englishwomen generally?" "Hamidullah liked them in England. Here we never look at them. Oh no, much too careful. Let's talk of something else." "Hamidullah's right: they are much nicer in England. There's something that doesn't suit them out here." Aziz after another silence said,<|quote... | in England and Europe was an assistance to him, and helped him towards clarity, but clarity prevented him from experiencing something else. "How did you like the two ladies you met last Thursday?" he asked. Aziz shook his head distastefully. The question reminded him of his rash remark about the Marabar Caves. "How do ... | other women for a time; then indulgence, followed by repentance and equilibrium. Meagre really except the equilibrium, and Aziz didn't want to have that confided to him he would have called it "everything ranged coldly on shelves." "I shall not really be intimate with this fellow," Fielding thought, and then "nor with ... | may look round the whole of my bungalow now, and empty everything. I have no other secrets, my three children live away with their grandmamma, and that is all." Fielding sat down by the bed, flattered at the trust reposed in him, yet rather sad. He felt old. He wished that he too could be carried away on waves of emoti... | He muttered, "Really, I don't know why you pay me this great compliment, Aziz, but I do appreciate it." "Oh, it's nothing, she was not a highly educated woman or even beautiful, but put it away. You would have seen her, so why should you not see her photograph?" "You would have allowed me to see her?" "Why not? I belie... | Altering it, yet still deep below his normal surface, he said, "We can't build up India except on what we feel. What is the use of all these reforms, and Conciliation Committees for Mohurram, and shall we cut the tazia short or shall we carry it another route, and Councils of Notables and official parties where the Eng... | A Passage To India |
Fielding was pleased that he had asked. | No speaker | "Why are you not married?"<|quote|>Fielding was pleased that he had asked.</|quote|>"Because I have more or | Aziz after another silence said, "Why are you not married?"<|quote|>Fielding was pleased that he had asked.</|quote|>"Because I have more or less come through without it," | like Englishwomen generally?" "Hamidullah liked them in England. Here we never look at them. Oh no, much too careful. Let's talk of something else." "Hamidullah's right: they are much nicer in England. There's something that doesn't suit them out here." Aziz after another silence said, "Why are you not married?"<|quote... | an assistance to him, and helped him towards clarity, but clarity prevented him from experiencing something else. "How did you like the two ladies you met last Thursday?" he asked. Aziz shook his head distastefully. The question reminded him of his rash remark about the Marabar Caves. "How do you like Englishwomen gene... | then indulgence, followed by repentance and equilibrium. Meagre really except the equilibrium, and Aziz didn't want to have that confided to him he would have called it "everything ranged coldly on shelves." "I shall not really be intimate with this fellow," Fielding thought, and then "nor with anyone." That was the co... | of my bungalow now, and empty everything. I have no other secrets, my three children live away with their grandmamma, and that is all." Fielding sat down by the bed, flattered at the trust reposed in him, yet rather sad. He felt old. He wished that he too could be carried away on waves of emotion. The next time they me... | know why you pay me this great compliment, Aziz, but I do appreciate it." "Oh, it's nothing, she was not a highly educated woman or even beautiful, but put it away. You would have seen her, so why should you not see her photograph?" "You would have allowed me to see her?" "Why not? I believe in the purdah, but I should... | old. He wished that he too could be carried away on waves of emotion. The next time they met, Aziz might be cautious and standoffish. He realized this, and it made him sad that he should realize it. Kindness, kindness, and more kindness yes, that he might supply, but was that really all that the queer nation needed? Di... | A Passage To India |
"Because I have more or less come through without it," | Cyril Fielding | pleased that he had asked.<|quote|>"Because I have more or less come through without it,"</|quote|>he replied. "I was thinking | you not married?" Fielding was pleased that he had asked.<|quote|>"Because I have more or less come through without it,"</|quote|>he replied. "I was thinking of telling you a little | England. Here we never look at them. Oh no, much too careful. Let's talk of something else." "Hamidullah's right: they are much nicer in England. There's something that doesn't suit them out here." Aziz after another silence said, "Why are you not married?" Fielding was pleased that he had asked.<|quote|>"Because I hav... | towards clarity, but clarity prevented him from experiencing something else. "How did you like the two ladies you met last Thursday?" he asked. Aziz shook his head distastefully. The question reminded him of his rash remark about the Marabar Caves. "How do you like Englishwomen generally?" "Hamidullah liked them in Eng... | Meagre really except the equilibrium, and Aziz didn't want to have that confided to him he would have called it "everything ranged coldly on shelves." "I shall not really be intimate with this fellow," Fielding thought, and then "nor with anyone." That was the corollary. And he had to confess that he really didn't mind... | I have no other secrets, my three children live away with their grandmamma, and that is all." Fielding sat down by the bed, flattered at the trust reposed in him, yet rather sad. He felt old. He wished that he too could be carried away on waves of emotion. The next time they met, Aziz might be cautious and standoffish.... | compliment, Aziz, but I do appreciate it." "Oh, it's nothing, she was not a highly educated woman or even beautiful, but put it away. You would have seen her, so why should you not see her photograph?" "You would have allowed me to see her?" "Why not? I believe in the purdah, but I should have told her you were my brot... | carried away on waves of emotion. The next time they met, Aziz might be cautious and standoffish. He realized this, and it made him sad that he should realize it. Kindness, kindness, and more kindness yes, that he might supply, but was that really all that the queer nation needed? Did it not also demand an occasional i... | A Passage To India |
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