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he replied. | No speaker | less come through without it,"<|quote|>he replied.</|quote|>"I was thinking of telling | "Because I have more or less come through without it,"<|quote|>he replied.</|quote|>"I was thinking of telling you a little about myself | 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. "Because I have more or less come through without it,"<|quote|>he repli... | "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 England. Here we never look at them. Oh no, much too careful. Let's talk of some... | 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... | 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. He realized this, and it made him sad that he should... | 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, and seve... | 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 governments don't... | A Passage To India |
"I was thinking of telling you a little about myself some day if I can make it interesting enough. The lady I liked wouldn't marry me that is the main point, but that's fifteen years ago and now means nothing." | Cyril Fielding | through without it," he replied.<|quote|>"I was thinking of telling you a little about myself some day if I can make it interesting enough. The lady I liked wouldn't marry me that is the main point, but that's fifteen years ago and now means nothing."</|quote|>"But you haven't children." "None." | have more or less come through without it," he replied.<|quote|>"I was thinking of telling you a little about myself some day if I can make it interesting enough. The lady I liked wouldn't marry me that is the main point, but that's fifteen years ago and now means nothing."</|quote|>"But you haven't children." "None." ... | 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. "Because I have more or less come through without it," he replied.<|quote|>"I was th... | 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 England. Here we never look at them. Oh no, much too careful. Let's talk of something els... | 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 they didn... | 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. He realized this, and it made him sad that he should realize it... | 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, and several othe... | 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 was that really all tha... | A Passage To India |
"But you haven't children." | Dr. Aziz | ago and now means nothing."<|quote|>"But you haven't children."</|quote|>"None." "Excuse the following question: | point, but that's fifteen years ago and now means nothing."<|quote|>"But you haven't children."</|quote|>"None." "Excuse the following question: have you any illegitimate children?" | have more or less come through without it," he replied. "I was thinking of telling you a little about myself some day if I can make it interesting enough. The lady I liked wouldn't marry me that is the main point, but that's fifteen years ago and now means nothing."<|quote|>"But you haven't children."</|quote|>"None." ... | 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. "Because I have more or less come th... | 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 him from experiencing somet... | 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? What had he done to de... | 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." "And when the whole world... | 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 they didn't object, and if they objecte... | A Passage To India |
"None." | Cyril Fielding | nothing." "But you haven't children."<|quote|>"None."</|quote|>"Excuse the following question: have | years ago and now means nothing." "But you haven't children."<|quote|>"None."</|quote|>"Excuse the following question: have you any illegitimate children?" "No. | come through without it," he replied. "I was thinking of telling you a little about myself some day if I can make it interesting enough. The lady I liked wouldn't marry me that is the main point, but that's fifteen years ago and now means nothing." "But you haven't children."<|quote|>"None."</|quote|>"Excuse the follow... | 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. "Because I have more or less come through without it,... | 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 him from experiencing something else. "How did you l... | 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? What had he done to deserve this outburst o... | 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." "And when the whole world behaves as such, ... | 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 corollary. And he had to confess that he r... | A Passage To India |
"Excuse the following question: have you any illegitimate children?" | Dr. Aziz | "But you haven't children." "None."<|quote|>"Excuse the following question: have you any illegitimate children?"</|quote|>"No. I'd willingly tell you | ago and now means nothing." "But you haven't children." "None."<|quote|>"Excuse the following question: have you any illegitimate children?"</|quote|>"No. I'd willingly tell you if I had." "Then your | through without it," he replied. "I was thinking of telling you a little about myself some day if I can make it interesting enough. The lady I liked wouldn't marry me that is the main point, but that's fifteen years ago and now means nothing." "But you haven't children." "None."<|quote|>"Excuse the following question: ... | 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. "Because I have more or less come through without it," he r... | 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 him from experiencing something else. "How did you like... | 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? What had he done to deserve this outburst of c... | 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." "And when the whole world behaves as such, there... | 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 except the equilibrium, and Aziz didn't want to ha... | A Passage To India |
"No. I'd willingly tell you if I had." | Cyril Fielding | have you any illegitimate children?"<|quote|>"No. I'd willingly tell you if I had."</|quote|>"Then your name will entirely | "None." "Excuse the following question: have you any illegitimate children?"<|quote|>"No. I'd willingly tell you if I had."</|quote|>"Then your name will entirely die out." "It must." "Well." | telling you a little about myself some day if I can make it interesting enough. The lady I liked wouldn't marry me that is the main point, but that's fifteen years ago and now means nothing." "But you haven't children." "None." "Excuse the following question: have you any illegitimate children?"<|quote|>"No. I'd willin... | 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. "Because I have more or less come through without it," he replied. "I was thinking of telling you a little a... | 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. "How did you like the two ladies you met last Thursday?" he as... | 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? What had he done to deserve this outburst of confidence, and what hostage could he give in exchange? H... | 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... | 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? What had he done to deserve this outburst of confidence, and what hostage could he give in exchange? H... | A Passage To India |
"Then your name will entirely die out." | Dr. Aziz | tell you if I had."<|quote|>"Then your name will entirely die out."</|quote|>"It must." "Well." He shook | illegitimate children?" "No. I'd willingly tell you if I had."<|quote|>"Then your name will entirely die out."</|quote|>"It must." "Well." He shook his head. "This indifference is | if I can make it interesting enough. The lady I liked wouldn't marry me that is the main point, but that's fifteen years ago and now means nothing." "But you haven't children." "None." "Excuse the following question: have you any illegitimate children?" "No. I'd willingly tell you if I had."<|quote|>"Then your name wil... | 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. "Because I have more or less come through without it," he replied. "I was thinking of telling you a little about myself some day if I can make it interesting e... | 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. Aziz shook his head distastefully. ... | 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 at his own life. What a poor cr... | "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 can say and feel such a remark as that, that I sho... | 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 coldly on shelves." ... | A Passage To India |
"It must." | Cyril Fielding | name will entirely die out."<|quote|>"It must."</|quote|>"Well." He shook his head. | if I had." "Then your name will entirely die out."<|quote|>"It must."</|quote|>"Well." He shook his head. "This indifference is what the | The lady I liked wouldn't marry me that is the main point, but that's fifteen years ago and now means nothing." "But you haven't children." "None." "Excuse the following question: have you any illegitimate children?" "No. I'd willingly tell you if I had." "Then your name will entirely die out."<|quote|>"It must."</|quo... | out here." Aziz after another silence said, "Why are you not married?" Fielding was pleased that he had asked. "Because I have more or less come through without it," he replied. "I was thinking of telling you a little about myself some day if I can make it interesting enough. The lady I liked wouldn't marry me that is ... | 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. Aziz shook his head distastefully. The question reminded him of his rash remark ... | 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 at his own life. What a poor crop of secrets it had produced! There were... | "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 can say and feel such a remark as that, that I show you the photograph," said Aziz gravely.... | 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 governments don't." He looke... | A Passage To India |
"Well." | Dr. Aziz | entirely die out." "It must."<|quote|>"Well."</|quote|>He shook his head. "This | had." "Then your name will entirely die out." "It must."<|quote|>"Well."</|quote|>He shook his head. "This indifference is what the Oriental | I liked wouldn't marry me that is the main point, but that's fifteen years ago and now means nothing." "But you haven't children." "None." "Excuse the following question: have you any illegitimate children?" "No. I'd willingly tell you if I had." "Then your name will entirely die out." "It must."<|quote|>"Well."</|quot... | Aziz after another silence said, "Why are you not married?" Fielding was pleased that he had asked. "Because I have more or less come through without it," he replied. "I was thinking of telling you a little about myself some day if I can make it interesting enough. The lady I liked wouldn't marry me that is the main po... | 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 ... | 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 at his own life. What a poor crop of secrets it had produced! There were things in it ... | 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... | 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 from o... | A Passage To India |
He shook his head. | No speaker | die out." "It must." "Well."<|quote|>He shook his head.</|quote|>"This indifference is what the | "Then your name will entirely die out." "It must." "Well."<|quote|>He shook his head.</|quote|>"This indifference is what the Oriental will never understand." "I | liked wouldn't marry me that is the main point, but that's fifteen years ago and now means nothing." "But you haven't children." "None." "Excuse the following question: have you any illegitimate children?" "No. I'd willingly tell you if I had." "Then your name will entirely die out." "It must." "Well."<|quote|>He shook... | after another silence said, "Why are you not married?" Fielding was pleased that he had asked. "Because I have more or less come through without it," he replied. "I was thinking of telling you a little about myself some day if I can make it interesting enough. The lady I liked wouldn't marry me that is the main point, ... | 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 Mara... | 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 at his own life. What a poor crop of secrets it had produced! There were things in it that... | 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 beyond t... | 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 coldly on... | A Passage To India |
"This indifference is what the Oriental will never understand." | Dr. Aziz | "Well." He shook his head.<|quote|>"This indifference is what the Oriental will never understand."</|quote|>"I don't care for children." | entirely die out." "It must." "Well." He shook his head.<|quote|>"This indifference is what the Oriental will never understand."</|quote|>"I don't care for children." "Caring has nothing to do | that is the main point, but that's fifteen years ago and now means nothing." "But you haven't children." "None." "Excuse the following question: have you any illegitimate children?" "No. I'd willingly tell you if I had." "Then your name will entirely die out." "It must." "Well." He shook his head.<|quote|>"This indiffe... | "Why are you not married?" Fielding was pleased that he had asked. "Because I have more or less come through without it," he replied. "I was thinking of telling you a little about myself some day if I can make it interesting enough. The lady I liked wouldn't marry me that is the main point, but that's fifteen years ago... | 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 ... | 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 at his own life. What a poor crop of secrets it had produced! There were things in it that he had shown to no ... | 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 beyond the power of most men... | 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 trust reposed in him, yet rather sad. He felt old. He wished that he too could be... | A Passage To India |
"I don't care for children." | Cyril Fielding | the Oriental will never understand."<|quote|>"I don't care for children."</|quote|>"Caring has nothing to do | head. "This indifference is what the Oriental will never understand."<|quote|>"I don't care for children."</|quote|>"Caring has nothing to do with it," he said impatiently. | ago and now means nothing." "But you haven't children." "None." "Excuse the following question: have you any illegitimate children?" "No. I'd willingly tell you if I had." "Then your name will entirely die out." "It must." "Well." He shook his head. "This indifference is what the Oriental will never understand."<|quote... | he had asked. "Because I have more or less come through without it," he replied. "I was thinking of telling you a little about myself some day if I can make it interesting enough. The lady I liked wouldn't marry me that is the main point, but that's fifteen years ago and now means nothing." "But you haven't children." ... | 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?" "Hamidullah li... | 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 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... | 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 well while I behave b... | 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 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 unintere... | A Passage To India |
"Caring has nothing to do with it," | Dr. Aziz | "I don't care for children."<|quote|>"Caring has nothing to do with it,"</|quote|>he said impatiently. "I don't | the Oriental will never understand." "I don't care for children."<|quote|>"Caring has nothing to do with it,"</|quote|>he said impatiently. "I don't feel their absence, I don't | "But you haven't children." "None." "Excuse the following question: have you any illegitimate children?" "No. I'd willingly tell you if I had." "Then your name will entirely die out." "It must." "Well." He shook his head. "This indifference is what the Oriental will never understand." "I don't care for children."<|quot... | have more or less come through without it," he replied. "I was thinking of telling you a little about myself some day if I can make it interesting enough. The lady I liked wouldn't marry me that is the main point, but that's fifteen years ago and now means nothing." "But you haven't children." "None." "Excuse the follo... | 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 England. Here we nev... | the blood? What had he done to deserve 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 thei... | 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 well while I behave badly that I show it you... | 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 England. He... | A Passage To India |
he said impatiently. | No speaker | nothing to do with it,"<|quote|>he said impatiently.</|quote|>"I don't feel their absence, | care for children." "Caring has nothing to do with it,"<|quote|>he said impatiently.</|quote|>"I don't feel their absence, I don't want them weeping | following question: have you any illegitimate children?" "No. I'd willingly tell you if I had." "Then your name will entirely die out." "It must." "Well." He shook his head. "This indifference is what the Oriental will never understand." "I don't care for children." "Caring has nothing to do with it,"<|quote|>he said i... | it," he replied. "I was thinking of telling you a little about myself some day if I can make it interesting enough. The lady I liked wouldn't marry me that is the main point, but that's fifteen years ago and now means nothing." "But you haven't children." "None." "Excuse the following question: have you any illegitimat... | 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 England. Here we never look at them. Oh no, much too careful. Let's talk o... | deserve 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, e... | "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 well while I behave badly that I show it you. I never expected you to com... | 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 except the equilibrium, and Aziz didn't want to have that confided to him he would have called it ... | A Passage To India |
"I don't feel their absence, I don't want them weeping around my death-bed and being polite about me afterwards, which I believe is the general notion. I'd far rather leave a thought behind me than a child. Other people can have children. No obligation, with England getting so chock-a-block and overrunning India for jo... | Cyril Fielding | with it," he said impatiently.<|quote|>"I don't feel their absence, I don't want them weeping around my death-bed and being polite about me afterwards, which I believe is the general notion. I'd far rather leave a thought behind me than a child. Other people can have children. No obligation, with England getting so cho... | "Caring has nothing to do with it," he said impatiently.<|quote|>"I don't feel their absence, I don't want them weeping around my death-bed and being polite about me afterwards, which I believe is the general notion. I'd far rather leave a thought behind me than a child. Other people can have children. No obligation, w... | you any illegitimate children?" "No. I'd willingly tell you if I had." "Then your name will entirely die out." "It must." "Well." He shook his head. "This indifference is what the Oriental will never understand." "I don't care for children." "Caring has nothing to do with it," he said impatiently.<|quote|>"I don't feel... | "I was thinking of telling you a little about myself some day if I can make it interesting enough. The lady I liked wouldn't marry me that is the main point, but that's fifteen years ago and now means nothing." "But you haven't children." "None." "Excuse the following question: have you any illegitimate children?" "No.... | 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 England. Here we never look at them. Oh no, much too careful. Let's talk of something els... | 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 to be married, ... | 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 well while I behave badly that I show it you. I never expected you to come back just no... | 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... | A Passage To India |
"Why don't you marry Miss Quested?" | Dr. Aziz | and overrunning India for jobs."<|quote|>"Why don't you marry Miss Quested?"</|quote|>"Good God! why, the girl's | with England getting so chock-a-block and overrunning India for jobs."<|quote|>"Why don't you marry Miss Quested?"</|quote|>"Good God! why, the girl's a prig." "Prig, prig? Kindly | absence, I don't want them weeping around my death-bed and being polite about me afterwards, which I believe is the general notion. I'd far rather leave a thought behind me than a child. Other people can have children. No obligation, with England getting so chock-a-block and overrunning India for jobs."<|quote|>"Why do... | "No. I'd willingly tell you if I had." "Then your name will entirely die out." "It must." "Well." He shook his head. "This indifference is what the Oriental will never understand." "I don't care for children." "Caring has nothing to do with it," he said impatiently. "I don't feel their absence, I don't want them weepin... | 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. "Because I have more or less come through without it," he replied. "I was thinking of telling you a little a... | 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 except the equilibrium, and Aziz didn't want to have that confided to him he would have called it "everything ra... | 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... | 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 England. Here we never look at them. Oh no, much too careful. Let's talk of something els... | A Passage To India |
"Good God! why, the girl's a prig." | Cyril Fielding | don't you marry Miss Quested?"<|quote|>"Good God! why, the girl's a prig."</|quote|>"Prig, prig? Kindly explain. Isn't | overrunning India for jobs." "Why don't you marry Miss Quested?"<|quote|>"Good God! why, the girl's a prig."</|quote|>"Prig, prig? Kindly explain. Isn't that a bad word?" "Oh, | around my death-bed and being polite about me afterwards, which I believe is the general notion. I'd far rather leave a thought behind me than a child. Other people can have children. No obligation, with England getting so chock-a-block and overrunning India for jobs." "Why don't you marry Miss Quested?"<|quote|>"Good ... | I had." "Then your name will entirely die out." "It must." "Well." He shook his head. "This indifference is what the Oriental will never understand." "I don't care for children." "Caring has nothing to do with it," he said impatiently. "I don't feel their absence, I don't want them weeping around my death-bed and being... | 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. "Because I have more or less come through without it," he replied. "I was thinking of telling you a little about myself some day if I can make it inte... | 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 coldly on shelves." "I ... | 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 blood? What had he done to deserve 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 thei... | A Passage To India |
"Prig, prig? Kindly explain. Isn't that a bad word?" | Dr. Aziz | why, the girl's a prig."<|quote|>"Prig, prig? Kindly explain. Isn't that a bad word?"</|quote|>"Oh, I don't know her, | marry Miss Quested?" "Good God! why, the girl's a prig."<|quote|>"Prig, prig? Kindly explain. Isn't that a bad word?"</|quote|>"Oh, I don't know her, but she struck me as | me afterwards, which I believe is the general notion. I'd far rather leave a thought behind me than a child. Other people can have children. No obligation, with England getting so chock-a-block and overrunning India for jobs." "Why don't you marry Miss Quested?" "Good God! why, the girl's a prig."<|quote|>"Prig, prig? ... | die out." "It must." "Well." He shook his head. "This indifference is what the Oriental will never understand." "I don't care for children." "Caring has nothing to do with it," he said impatiently. "I don't feel their absence, I don't want them weeping around my death-bed and being polite about me afterwards, which I b... | suit them out here." Aziz after another silence said, "Why are you not married?" Fielding was pleased that he had asked. "Because I have more or less come through without it," he replied. "I was thinking of telling you a little about myself some day if I can make it interesting enough. The lady I liked wouldn't marry m... | 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." "I shall not really be intimate with this f... | 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 that more kindn... | 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 at his own life. What a poor crop of secrets it had produced! There were things in it that he had shown to no ... | A Passage To India |
"Oh, I don't know her, but she struck me as one of the more pathetic products of Western education. She depresses me." | Cyril Fielding | Isn't that a bad word?"<|quote|>"Oh, I don't know her, but she struck me as one of the more pathetic products of Western education. She depresses me."</|quote|>"But prig, Mr. Fielding? How's | prig." "Prig, prig? Kindly explain. Isn't that a bad word?"<|quote|>"Oh, I don't know her, but she struck me as one of the more pathetic products of Western education. She depresses me."</|quote|>"But prig, Mr. Fielding? How's that?" "She goes on and | I'd far rather leave a thought behind me than a child. Other people can have children. No obligation, with England getting so chock-a-block and overrunning India for jobs." "Why don't you marry Miss Quested?" "Good God! why, the girl's a prig." "Prig, prig? Kindly explain. Isn't that a bad word?"<|quote|>"Oh, I don't k... | "This indifference is what the Oriental will never understand." "I don't care for children." "Caring has nothing to do with it," he said impatiently. "I don't feel their absence, I don't want them weeping around my death-bed and being polite about me afterwards, which I believe is the general notion. I'd far rather lea... | "Why are you not married?" Fielding was pleased that he had asked. "Because I have more or less come through without it," he replied. "I was thinking of telling you a little about myself some day if I can make it interesting enough. The lady I liked wouldn't marry me that is the main point, but that's fifteen years ago... | 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 ... | 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 that more kindness. I assure you it is the only hope." His voice s... | 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." "I shall not really be intimate with this fellow," Fielding ... | A Passage To India |
"But prig, Mr. Fielding? How's that?" | Dr. Aziz | Western education. She depresses me."<|quote|>"But prig, Mr. Fielding? How's that?"</|quote|>"She goes on and on | the more pathetic products of Western education. She depresses me."<|quote|>"But prig, Mr. Fielding? How's that?"</|quote|>"She goes on and on as if she's at a | chock-a-block and overrunning India for jobs." "Why don't you marry Miss Quested?" "Good God! why, the girl's a prig." "Prig, prig? Kindly explain. Isn't that a bad word?" "Oh, I don't know her, but she struck me as one of the more pathetic products of Western education. She depresses me."<|quote|>"But prig, Mr. Fieldi... | said impatiently. "I don't feel their absence, I don't want them weeping around my death-bed and being polite about me afterwards, which I believe is the general notion. I'd far rather leave a thought behind me than a child. Other people can have children. No obligation, with England getting so chock-a-block and overru... | he replied. "I was thinking of telling you a little about myself some day if I can make it interesting enough. The lady I liked wouldn't marry me that is the main point, but that's fifteen years ago and now means nothing." "But you haven't children." "None." "Excuse the following question: have you any illegitimate chi... | 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... | 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." His voice seemed to arise from a dream. Altering it, yet still deep below his normal surface, he said, "We can't build up Indi... | after another silence said, "Why are you not married?" Fielding was pleased that he had asked. "Because I have more or less come through without it," he replied. "I was thinking of telling you a little about myself some day if I can make it interesting enough. The lady I liked wouldn't marry me that is the main point, ... | A Passage To India |
"She goes on and on as if she's at a lecture trying ever so hard to understand India and life, and occasionally taking a note." | Cyril Fielding | prig, Mr. Fielding? How's that?"<|quote|>"She goes on and on as if she's at a lecture trying ever so hard to understand India and life, and occasionally taking a note."</|quote|>"I thought her so nice | education. She depresses me." "But prig, Mr. Fielding? How's that?"<|quote|>"She goes on and on as if she's at a lecture trying ever so hard to understand India and life, and occasionally taking a note."</|quote|>"I thought her so nice and sincere." "So she probably | "Why don't you marry Miss Quested?" "Good God! why, the girl's a prig." "Prig, prig? Kindly explain. Isn't that a bad word?" "Oh, I don't know her, but she struck me as one of the more pathetic products of Western education. She depresses me." "But prig, Mr. Fielding? How's that?"<|quote|>"She goes on and on as if she'... | absence, I don't want them weeping around my death-bed and being polite about me afterwards, which I believe is the general notion. I'd far rather leave a thought behind me than a child. Other people can have children. No obligation, with England getting so chock-a-block and overrunning India for jobs." "Why don't you ... | telling you a little about myself some day if I can make it interesting enough. The lady I liked wouldn't marry me that is the main point, but that's fifteen years ago and now means nothing." "But you haven't children." "None." "Excuse the following question: have you any illegitimate children?" "No. I'd willingly tell... | 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 they didn't object, and if t... | 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, "We can't build up India except on what we feel. What is ... | 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? Did it ... | A Passage To India |
"I thought her so nice and sincere." | Dr. Aziz | and occasionally taking a note."<|quote|>"I thought her so nice and sincere."</|quote|>"So she probably is," said | to understand India and life, and occasionally taking a note."<|quote|>"I thought her so nice and sincere."</|quote|>"So she probably is," said Fielding, ashamed of his roughness: | know her, but she struck me as one of the more pathetic products of Western education. She depresses me." "But prig, Mr. Fielding? How's that?" "She goes on and on as if she's at a lecture trying ever so hard to understand India and life, and occasionally taking a note."<|quote|>"I thought her so nice and sincere."</|q... | leave a thought behind me than a child. Other people can have children. No obligation, with England getting so chock-a-block and overrunning India for jobs." "Why don't you marry Miss Quested?" "Good God! why, the girl's a prig." "Prig, prig? Kindly explain. Isn't that a bad word?" "Oh, I don't know her, but she struck... | main point, but that's fifteen years ago and now means nothing." "But you haven't children." "None." "Excuse the following question: have you any illegitimate children?" "No. I'd willingly tell you if I had." "Then your name will entirely die out." "It must." "Well." He shook his head. "This indifference is what the Or... | 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... | 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 ... | 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." Aziz after anothe... | A Passage To India |
"So she probably is," | Cyril Fielding | her so nice and sincere."<|quote|>"So she probably is,"</|quote|>said Fielding, ashamed of his | taking a note." "I thought her so nice and sincere."<|quote|>"So she probably is,"</|quote|>said Fielding, ashamed of his roughness: any suggestion that he | one of the more pathetic products of Western education. She depresses me." "But prig, Mr. Fielding? How's that?" "She goes on and on as if she's at a lecture trying ever so hard to understand India and life, and occasionally taking a note." "I thought her so nice and sincere."<|quote|>"So she probably is,"</|quote|>sai... | child. Other people can have children. No obligation, with England getting so chock-a-block and overrunning India for jobs." "Why don't you marry Miss Quested?" "Good God! why, the girl's a prig." "Prig, prig? Kindly explain. Isn't that a bad word?" "Oh, I don't know her, but she struck me as one of the more pathetic p... | and now means nothing." "But you haven't children." "None." "Excuse the following question: have you any illegitimate children?" "No. I'd willingly tell you if I had." "Then your name will entirely die out." "It must." "Well." He shook his head. "This indifference is what the Oriental will never understand." "I don't c... | 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 him from... | 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 route, and Councils of Notable... | 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 him from experiencing something else. "Ho... | A Passage To India |
said Fielding, ashamed of his roughness: any suggestion that he should marry always does produce overstatements on the part of the bachelor, and a mental breeze. | No speaker | sincere." "So she probably is,"<|quote|>said Fielding, ashamed of his roughness: any suggestion that he should marry always does produce overstatements on the part of the bachelor, and a mental breeze.</|quote|>"But I can't marry her | thought her so nice and sincere." "So she probably is,"<|quote|>said Fielding, ashamed of his roughness: any suggestion that he should marry always does produce overstatements on the part of the bachelor, and a mental breeze.</|quote|>"But I can't marry her if I wanted to, for | pathetic products of Western education. She depresses me." "But prig, Mr. Fielding? How's that?" "She goes on and on as if she's at a lecture trying ever so hard to understand India and life, and occasionally taking a note." "I thought her so nice and sincere." "So she probably is,"<|quote|>said Fielding, ashamed of hi... | have children. No obligation, with England getting so chock-a-block and overrunning India for jobs." "Why don't you marry Miss Quested?" "Good God! why, the girl's a prig." "Prig, prig? Kindly explain. Isn't that a bad word?" "Oh, I don't know her, but she struck me as one of the more pathetic products of Western educa... | "But you haven't children." "None." "Excuse the following question: have you any illegitimate children?" "No. I'd willingly tell you if I had." "Then your name will entirely die out." "It must." "Well." He shook his head. "This indifference is what the Oriental will never understand." "I don't care for children." "Cari... | 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 him from experiencing somet... | 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 route, and Councils of Notables and official parties... | 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. "How did you like the two ladies you met last... | A Passage To India |
"But I can't marry her if I wanted to, for she has just become engaged to the City Magistrate." | Cyril Fielding | bachelor, and a mental breeze.<|quote|>"But I can't marry her if I wanted to, for she has just become engaged to the City Magistrate."</|quote|>"Has she indeed? I am | on the part of the bachelor, and a mental breeze.<|quote|>"But I can't marry her if I wanted to, for she has just become engaged to the City Magistrate."</|quote|>"Has she indeed? I am so glad!" he exclaimed with | ever so hard to understand India and life, and occasionally taking a note." "I thought her so nice and sincere." "So she probably is," said Fielding, ashamed of his roughness: any suggestion that he should marry always does produce overstatements on the part of the bachelor, and a mental breeze.<|quote|>"But I can't ma... | prig." "Prig, prig? Kindly explain. Isn't that a bad word?" "Oh, I don't know her, but she struck me as one of the more pathetic products of Western education. She depresses me." "But prig, Mr. Fielding? How's that?" "She goes on and on as if she's at a lecture trying ever so hard to understand India and life, and occa... | entirely die out." "It must." "Well." He shook his head. "This indifference is what the Oriental will never understand." "I don't care for children." "Caring has nothing to do with it," he said impatiently. "I don't feel their absence, I don't want them weeping around my death-bed and being polite about me afterwards, ... | 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. Aziz shook his head distastefully. The question reminded him o... | 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 governments don't... | "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 England. Here we never look at them. Oh no, much too careful. Let's talk of some... | A Passage To India |
"Has she indeed? I am so glad!" | Dr. Aziz | engaged to the City Magistrate."<|quote|>"Has she indeed? I am so glad!"</|quote|>he exclaimed with relief, for | for she has just become engaged to the City Magistrate."<|quote|>"Has she indeed? I am so glad!"</|quote|>he exclaimed with relief, for this exempted him from the | sincere." "So she probably is," said Fielding, ashamed of his roughness: any suggestion that he should marry always does produce overstatements on the part of the bachelor, and a mental breeze. "But I can't marry her if I wanted to, for she has just become engaged to the City Magistrate."<|quote|>"Has she indeed? I am ... | as one of the more pathetic products of Western education. She depresses me." "But prig, Mr. Fielding? How's that?" "She goes on and on as if she's at a lecture trying ever so hard to understand India and life, and occasionally taking a note." "I thought her so nice and sincere." "So she probably is," said Fielding, as... | "I don't care for children." "Caring has nothing to do with it," he said impatiently. "I don't feel their absence, I don't want them weeping around my death-bed and being polite about me afterwards, which I believe is the general notion. I'd far rather leave a thought behind me than a child. Other people can have child... | 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?" "Hamidullah li... | 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." He looked again at the photograph. The lady faced the world at her husband's wish and her own, but how be... | another silence said, "Why are you not married?" Fielding was pleased that he had asked. "Because I have more or less come through without it," he replied. "I was thinking of telling you a little about myself some day if I can make it interesting enough. The lady I liked wouldn't marry me that is the main point, but th... | A Passage To India |
he exclaimed with relief, for this exempted him from the Marabar expedition: he would scarcely be expected to entertain regular Anglo-Indians. | No speaker | indeed? I am so glad!"<|quote|>he exclaimed with relief, for this exempted him from the Marabar expedition: he would scarcely be expected to entertain regular Anglo-Indians.</|quote|>"It's the old mother's doing. | the City Magistrate." "Has she indeed? I am so glad!"<|quote|>he exclaimed with relief, for this exempted him from the Marabar expedition: he would scarcely be expected to entertain regular Anglo-Indians.</|quote|>"It's the old mother's doing. She was afraid her dear | ashamed of his roughness: any suggestion that he should marry always does produce overstatements on the part of the bachelor, and a mental breeze. "But I can't marry her if I wanted to, for she has just become engaged to the City Magistrate." "Has she indeed? I am so glad!"<|quote|>he exclaimed with relief, for this ex... | of Western education. She depresses me." "But prig, Mr. Fielding? How's that?" "She goes on and on as if she's at a lecture trying ever so hard to understand India and life, and occasionally taking a note." "I thought her so nice and sincere." "So she probably is," said Fielding, ashamed of his roughness: any suggestio... | nothing to do with it," he said impatiently. "I don't feel their absence, I don't want them weeping around my death-bed and being polite about me afterwards, which I believe is the general notion. I'd far rather leave a thought behind me than a child. Other people can have children. No obligation, with England getting ... | 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 England. Here we never look at t... | 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." 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 c... | 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." "I shall not really be intimate with this fello... | A Passage To India |
"It's the old mother's doing. She was afraid her dear boy would choose for himself, so she brought out the girl on purpose, and flung them together until it happened." | Cyril Fielding | expected to entertain regular Anglo-Indians.<|quote|>"It's the old mother's doing. She was afraid her dear boy would choose for himself, so she brought out the girl on purpose, and flung them together until it happened."</|quote|>"Mrs. Moore did not mention | expedition: he would scarcely be expected to entertain regular Anglo-Indians.<|quote|>"It's the old mother's doing. She was afraid her dear boy would choose for himself, so she brought out the girl on purpose, and flung them together until it happened."</|quote|>"Mrs. Moore did not mention that to me among her | a mental breeze. "But I can't marry her if I wanted to, for she has just become engaged to the City Magistrate." "Has she indeed? I am so glad!" he exclaimed with relief, for this exempted him from the Marabar expedition: he would scarcely be expected to entertain regular Anglo-Indians.<|quote|>"It's the old mother's d... | a lecture trying ever so hard to understand India and life, and occasionally taking a note." "I thought her so nice and sincere." "So she probably is," said Fielding, ashamed of his roughness: any suggestion that he should marry always does produce overstatements on the part of the bachelor, and a mental breeze. "But I... | and being polite about me afterwards, which I believe is the general notion. I'd far rather leave a thought behind me than a child. Other people can have children. No obligation, with England getting so chock-a-block and overrunning India for jobs." "Why don't you marry Miss Quested?" "Good God! why, the girl's a prig.... | 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." "Hamidullah's right: they are much nicer in England. There's some... | 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 her to you because I ha... | "But you haven't children." "None." "Excuse the following question: have you any illegitimate children?" "No. I'd willingly tell you if I had." "Then your name will entirely die out." "It must." "Well." He shook his head. "This indifference is what the Oriental will never understand." "I don't care for children." "Cari... | A Passage To India |
"Mrs. Moore did not mention that to me among her plans." | Dr. Aziz | them together until it happened."<|quote|>"Mrs. Moore did not mention that to me among her plans."</|quote|>"I may have got it | girl on purpose, and flung them together until it happened."<|quote|>"Mrs. Moore did not mention that to me among her plans."</|quote|>"I may have got it wrong I'm out of club | exclaimed with relief, for this exempted him from the Marabar expedition: he would scarcely be expected to entertain regular Anglo-Indians. "It's the old mother's doing. She was afraid her dear boy would choose for himself, so she brought out the girl on purpose, and flung them together until it happened."<|quote|>"Mrs... | of his roughness: any suggestion that he should marry always does produce overstatements on the part of the bachelor, and a mental breeze. "But I can't marry her if I wanted to, for she has just become engaged to the City Magistrate." "Has she indeed? I am so glad!" he exclaimed with relief, for this exempted him from ... | obligation, with England getting so chock-a-block and overrunning India for jobs." "Why don't you marry Miss Quested?" "Good God! why, the girl's a prig." "Prig, prig? Kindly explain. Isn't that a bad word?" "Oh, I don't know her, but she struck me as one of the more pathetic products of Western education. She depresse... | 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. "Because I have more or less come through without ... | 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 grandmamma, ... | 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. Aziz shook his head distastefully. The question reminded him of his rash remark ... | A Passage To India |
"I may have got it wrong I'm out of club gossip. But anyhow they're engaged to be married." | Cyril Fielding | to me among her plans."<|quote|>"I may have got it wrong I'm out of club gossip. But anyhow they're engaged to be married."</|quote|>"Yes, you're out of it, | Moore did not mention that to me among her plans."<|quote|>"I may have got it wrong I'm out of club gossip. But anyhow they're engaged to be married."</|quote|>"Yes, you're out of it, my poor chap," he smiled. | he would scarcely be expected to entertain regular Anglo-Indians. "It's the old mother's doing. She was afraid her dear boy would choose for himself, so she brought out the girl on purpose, and flung them together until it happened." "Mrs. Moore did not mention that to me among her plans."<|quote|>"I may have got it wr... | produce overstatements on the part of the bachelor, and a mental breeze. "But I can't marry her if I wanted to, for she has just become engaged to the City Magistrate." "Has she indeed? I am so glad!" he exclaimed with relief, for this exempted him from the Marabar expedition: he would scarcely be expected to entertain... | "Why don't you marry Miss Quested?" "Good God! why, the girl's a prig." "Prig, prig? Kindly explain. Isn't that a bad word?" "Oh, I don't know her, but she struck me as one of the more pathetic products of Western education. She depresses me." "But prig, Mr. Fielding? How's that?" "She goes on and on as if she's at a l... | 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. "Because I have more or less come through without it," he replied. "I was thinking of telling you a little a... | 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 grandmamma, and that is all." Fielding sat down by the bed, flattered at the ... | 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. Experience can do much, and all that he had learnt in England... | A Passage To India |
"Yes, you're out of it, my poor chap," | Dr. Aziz | they're engaged to be married."<|quote|>"Yes, you're out of it, my poor chap,"</|quote|>he smiled. "No Miss Quested | of club gossip. But anyhow they're engaged to be married."<|quote|>"Yes, you're out of it, my poor chap,"</|quote|>he smiled. "No Miss Quested for Mr. Fielding. However, she | dear boy would choose for himself, so she brought out the girl on purpose, and flung them together until it happened." "Mrs. Moore did not mention that to me among her plans." "I may have got it wrong I'm out of club gossip. But anyhow they're engaged to be married."<|quote|>"Yes, you're out of it, my poor chap,"</|quo... | I wanted to, for she has just become engaged to the City Magistrate." "Has she indeed? I am so glad!" he exclaimed with relief, for this exempted him from the Marabar expedition: he would scarcely be expected to entertain regular Anglo-Indians. "It's the old mother's doing. She was afraid her dear boy would choose for ... | that a bad word?" "Oh, I don't know her, but she struck me as one of the more pathetic products of Western education. She depresses me." "But prig, Mr. Fielding? How's that?" "She goes on and on as if she's at a lecture trying ever so hard to understand India and life, and occasionally taking a note." "I thought her so... | after another silence said, "Why are you not married?" Fielding was pleased that he had asked. "Because I have more or less come through without it," he replied. "I was thinking of telling you a little about myself some day if I can make it interesting enough. The lady I liked wouldn't marry me that is the main point, ... | 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 carried away... | have children. No obligation, with England getting so chock-a-block and overrunning India for jobs." "Why don't you marry Miss Quested?" "Good God! why, the girl's a prig." "Prig, prig? Kindly explain. Isn't that a bad word?" "Oh, I don't know her, but she struck me as one of the more pathetic products of Western educa... | A Passage To India |
he smiled. | No speaker | of it, my poor chap,"<|quote|>he smiled.</|quote|>"No Miss Quested for Mr. | be married." "Yes, you're out of it, my poor chap,"<|quote|>he smiled.</|quote|>"No Miss Quested for Mr. Fielding. However, she was not | brought out the girl on purpose, and flung them together until it happened." "Mrs. Moore did not mention that to me among her plans." "I may have got it wrong I'm out of club gossip. But anyhow they're engaged to be married." "Yes, you're out of it, my poor chap,"<|quote|>he smiled.</|quote|>"No Miss Quested for Mr. Fi... | engaged to the City Magistrate." "Has she indeed? I am so glad!" he exclaimed with relief, for this exempted him from the Marabar expedition: he would scarcely be expected to entertain regular Anglo-Indians. "It's the old mother's doing. She was afraid her dear boy would choose for himself, so she brought out the girl ... | her, but she struck me as one of the more pathetic products of Western education. She depresses me." "But prig, Mr. Fielding? How's that?" "She goes on and on as if she's at a lecture trying ever so hard to understand India and life, and occasionally taking a note." "I thought her so nice and sincere." "So she probably... | married?" Fielding was pleased that he had asked. "Because I have more or less come through without it," he replied. "I was thinking of telling you a little about myself some day if I can make it interesting enough. The lady I liked wouldn't marry me that is the main point, but that's fifteen years ago and now means no... | 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 emotion. The next time t... | you if I had." "Then your name will entirely die out." "It must." "Well." He shook his head. "This indifference is what the Oriental will never understand." "I don't care for children." "Caring has nothing to do with it," he said impatiently. "I don't feel their absence, I don't want them weeping around my death-bed an... | A Passage To India |
"No Miss Quested for Mr. Fielding. However, she was not beautiful. She has practically no breasts, if you come to think of it." | Dr. Aziz | my poor chap," he smiled.<|quote|>"No Miss Quested for Mr. Fielding. However, she was not beautiful. She has practically no breasts, if you come to think of it."</|quote|>He smiled too, but found | "Yes, you're out of it, my poor chap," he smiled.<|quote|>"No Miss Quested for Mr. Fielding. However, she was not beautiful. She has practically no breasts, if you come to think of it."</|quote|>He smiled too, but found a touch of bad taste | the girl on purpose, and flung them together until it happened." "Mrs. Moore did not mention that to me among her plans." "I may have got it wrong I'm out of club gossip. But anyhow they're engaged to be married." "Yes, you're out of it, my poor chap," he smiled.<|quote|>"No Miss Quested for Mr. Fielding. However, she ... | the City Magistrate." "Has she indeed? I am so glad!" he exclaimed with relief, for this exempted him from the Marabar expedition: he would scarcely be expected to entertain regular Anglo-Indians. "It's the old mother's doing. She was afraid her dear boy would choose for himself, so she brought out the girl on purpose,... | she struck me as one of the more pathetic products of Western education. She depresses me." "But prig, Mr. Fielding? How's that?" "She goes on and on as if she's at a lecture trying ever so hard to understand India and life, and occasionally taking a note." "I thought her so nice and sincere." "So she probably is," sai... | was pleased that he had asked. "Because I have more or less come through without it," he replied. "I was thinking of telling you a little about myself some day if I can make it interesting enough. The lady I liked wouldn't marry me that is the main point, but that's fifteen years ago and now means nothing." "But you ha... | 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 met, ... | following question: have you any illegitimate children?" "No. I'd willingly tell you if I had." "Then your name will entirely die out." "It must." "Well." He shook his head. "This indifference is what the Oriental will never understand." "I don't care for children." "Caring has nothing to do with it," he said impatient... | A Passage To India |
He smiled too, but found a touch of bad taste in the reference to a lady's breasts. | No speaker | come to think of it."<|quote|>He smiled too, but found a touch of bad taste in the reference to a lady's breasts.</|quote|>"For the City Magistrate they | practically no breasts, if you come to think of it."<|quote|>He smiled too, but found a touch of bad taste in the reference to a lady's breasts.</|quote|>"For the City Magistrate they shall be sufficient perhaps, and | may have got it wrong I'm out of club gossip. But anyhow they're engaged to be married." "Yes, you're out of it, my poor chap," he smiled. "No Miss Quested for Mr. Fielding. However, she was not beautiful. She has practically no breasts, if you come to think of it."<|quote|>He smiled too, but found a touch of bad taste... | would scarcely be expected to entertain regular Anglo-Indians. "It's the old mother's doing. She was afraid her dear boy would choose for himself, so she brought out the girl on purpose, and flung them together until it happened." "Mrs. Moore did not mention that to me among her plans." "I may have got it wrong I'm out... | goes on and on as if she's at a lecture trying ever so hard to understand India and life, and occasionally taking a note." "I thought her so nice and sincere." "So she probably is," said Fielding, ashamed of his roughness: any suggestion that he should marry always does produce overstatements on the part of the bachelo... | you a little about myself some day if I can make it interesting enough. The lady I liked wouldn't marry me that is the main point, but that's fifteen years ago and now means nothing." "But you haven't children." "None." "Excuse the following question: have you any illegitimate children?" "No. I'd willingly tell you if ... | 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... | 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. "Because I have more or less come th... | A Passage To India |
"For the City Magistrate they shall be sufficient perhaps, and he for her. For you I shall arrange a lady with breasts like mangoes. . . ." | Dr. Aziz | reference to a lady's breasts.<|quote|>"For the City Magistrate they shall be sufficient perhaps, and he for her. For you I shall arrange a lady with breasts like mangoes. . . ."</|quote|>"No, you won't." "I will | of bad taste in the reference to a lady's breasts.<|quote|>"For the City Magistrate they shall be sufficient perhaps, and he for her. For you I shall arrange a lady with breasts like mangoes. . . ."</|quote|>"No, you won't." "I will not really, and besides your | "Yes, you're out of it, my poor chap," he smiled. "No Miss Quested for Mr. Fielding. However, she was not beautiful. She has practically no breasts, if you come to think of it." He smiled too, but found a touch of bad taste in the reference to a lady's breasts.<|quote|>"For the City Magistrate they shall be sufficient ... | dear boy would choose for himself, so she brought out the girl on purpose, and flung them together until it happened." "Mrs. Moore did not mention that to me among her plans." "I may have got it wrong I'm out of club gossip. But anyhow they're engaged to be married." "Yes, you're out of it, my poor chap," he smiled. "N... | and life, and occasionally taking a note." "I thought her so nice and sincere." "So she probably is," said Fielding, ashamed of his roughness: any suggestion that he should marry always does produce overstatements on the part of the bachelor, and a mental breeze. "But I can't marry her if I wanted to, for she has just ... | liked wouldn't marry me that is the main point, but that's fifteen years ago and now means nothing." "But you haven't children." "None." "Excuse the following question: have you any illegitimate children?" "No. I'd willingly tell you if I had." "Then your name will entirely die out." "It must." "Well." He shook his hea... | 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... | weeping around my death-bed and being polite about me afterwards, which I believe is the general notion. I'd far rather leave a thought behind me than a child. Other people can have children. No obligation, with England getting so chock-a-block and overrunning India for jobs." "Why don't you marry Miss Quested?" "Good ... | A Passage To India |
"No, you won't." | Cyril Fielding | like mangoes. . . ."<|quote|>"No, you won't."</|quote|>"I will not really, and | arrange a lady with breasts like mangoes. . . ."<|quote|>"No, you won't."</|quote|>"I will not really, and besides your position makes it | you come to think of it." He smiled too, but found a touch of bad taste in the reference to a lady's breasts. "For the City Magistrate they shall be sufficient perhaps, and he for her. For you I shall arrange a lady with breasts like mangoes. . . ."<|quote|>"No, you won't."</|quote|>"I will not really, and besides your... | to me among her plans." "I may have got it wrong I'm out of club gossip. But anyhow they're engaged to be married." "Yes, you're out of it, my poor chap," he smiled. "No Miss Quested for Mr. Fielding. However, she was not beautiful. She has practically no breasts, if you come to think of it." He smiled too, but found a... | he should marry always does produce overstatements on the part of the bachelor, and a mental breeze. "But I can't marry her if I wanted to, for she has just become engaged to the City Magistrate." "Has she indeed? I am so glad!" he exclaimed with relief, for this exempted him from the Marabar expedition: he would scarc... | have you any illegitimate children?" "No. I'd willingly tell you if I had." "Then your name will entirely die out." "It must." "Well." He shook his head. "This indifference is what the Oriental will never understand." "I don't care for children." "Caring has nothing to do with it," he said impatiently. "I don't feel th... | 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? What had he done to deserve this outburst of confidence, and what hostage c... | don't want them weeping around my death-bed and being polite about me afterwards, which I believe is the general notion. I'd far rather leave a thought behind me than a child. Other people can have children. No obligation, with England getting so chock-a-block and overrunning India for jobs." "Why don't you marry Miss ... | A Passage To India |
"I will not really, and besides your position makes it dangerous for you." | Dr. Aziz | . ." "No, you won't."<|quote|>"I will not really, and besides your position makes it dangerous for you."</|quote|>His mind had slipped from | with breasts like mangoes. . . ." "No, you won't."<|quote|>"I will not really, and besides your position makes it dangerous for you."</|quote|>His mind had slipped from matrimony to Calcutta. His face | think of it." He smiled too, but found a touch of bad taste in the reference to a lady's breasts. "For the City Magistrate they shall be sufficient perhaps, and he for her. For you I shall arrange a lady with breasts like mangoes. . . ." "No, you won't."<|quote|>"I will not really, and besides your position makes it da... | her plans." "I may have got it wrong I'm out of club gossip. But anyhow they're engaged to be married." "Yes, you're out of it, my poor chap," he smiled. "No Miss Quested for Mr. Fielding. However, she was not beautiful. She has practically no breasts, if you come to think of it." He smiled too, but found a touch of ba... | always does produce overstatements on the part of the bachelor, and a mental breeze. "But I can't marry her if I wanted to, for she has just become engaged to the City Magistrate." "Has she indeed? I am so glad!" he exclaimed with relief, for this exempted him from the Marabar expedition: he would scarcely be expected ... | illegitimate children?" "No. I'd willingly tell you if I had." "Then your name will entirely die out." "It must." "Well." He shook his head. "This indifference is what the Oriental will never understand." "I don't care for children." "Caring has nothing to do with it," he said impatiently. "I don't feel their absence, ... | 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? What had he done to deserve this outburst of confidence, and what hostage could he give in exc... | I believe is the general notion. I'd far rather leave a thought behind me than a child. Other people can have children. No obligation, with England getting so chock-a-block and overrunning India for jobs." "Why don't you marry Miss Quested?" "Good God! why, the girl's a prig." "Prig, prig? Kindly explain. Isn't that a ... | A Passage To India |
His mind had slipped from matrimony to Calcutta. His face grew grave. Fancy if he had persuaded the Principal to accompany him there, and then got him into trouble! And abruptly he took up a new attitude towards his friend, the attitude of the protector who knows the dangers of India and is admonitory. | No speaker | makes it dangerous for you."<|quote|>His mind had slipped from matrimony to Calcutta. His face grew grave. Fancy if he had persuaded the Principal to accompany him there, and then got him into trouble! And abruptly he took up a new attitude towards his friend, the attitude of the protector who knows the dangers of Indi... | really, and besides your position makes it dangerous for you."<|quote|>His mind had slipped from matrimony to Calcutta. His face grew grave. Fancy if he had persuaded the Principal to accompany him there, and then got him into trouble! And abruptly he took up a new attitude towards his friend, the attitude of the prote... | in the reference to a lady's breasts. "For the City Magistrate they shall be sufficient perhaps, and he for her. For you I shall arrange a lady with breasts like mangoes. . . ." "No, you won't." "I will not really, and besides your position makes it dangerous for you."<|quote|>His mind had slipped from matrimony to Cal... | But anyhow they're engaged to be married." "Yes, you're out of it, my poor chap," he smiled. "No Miss Quested for Mr. Fielding. However, she was not beautiful. She has practically no breasts, if you come to think of it." He smiled too, but found a touch of bad taste in the reference to a lady's breasts. "For the City M... | breeze. "But I can't marry her if I wanted to, for she has just become engaged to the City Magistrate." "Has she indeed? I am so glad!" he exclaimed with relief, for this exempted him from the Marabar expedition: he would scarcely be expected to entertain regular Anglo-Indians. "It's the old mother's doing. She was afr... | will entirely die out." "It must." "Well." He shook his head. "This indifference is what the Oriental will never understand." "I don't care for children." "Caring has nothing to do with it," he said impatiently. "I don't feel their absence, I don't want them weeping around my death-bed and being polite about me afterwa... | 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 at his own life. What a poor crop of secrets it ha... | here." Aziz after another silence said, "Why are you not married?" Fielding was pleased that he had asked. "Because I have more or less come through without it," he replied. "I was thinking of telling you a little about myself some day if I can make it interesting enough. The lady I liked wouldn't marry me that is the ... | A Passage To India |
"You can't be too careful in every way, Mr. Fielding; whatever you say or do in this damned country there is always some envious fellow on the look-out. You may be surprised to know that there were at least three spies sitting here when you came to enquire. I was really a good deal upset that you talked in that fashion... | Dr. Aziz | of India and is admonitory.<|quote|>"You can't be too careful in every way, Mr. Fielding; whatever you say or do in this damned country there is always some envious fellow on the look-out. You may be surprised to know that there were at least three spies sitting here when you came to enquire. I was really a good deal u... | protector who knows the dangers of India and is admonitory.<|quote|>"You can't be too careful in every way, Mr. Fielding; whatever you say or do in this damned country there is always some envious fellow on the look-out. You may be surprised to know that there were at least three spies sitting here when you came to enq... | from matrimony to Calcutta. His face grew grave. Fancy if he had persuaded the Principal to accompany him there, and then got him into trouble! And abruptly he took up a new attitude towards his friend, the attitude of the protector who knows the dangers of India and is admonitory.<|quote|>"You can't be too careful in ... | a lady's breasts. "For the City Magistrate they shall be sufficient perhaps, and he for her. For you I shall arrange a lady with breasts like mangoes. . . ." "No, you won't." "I will not really, and besides your position makes it dangerous for you." His mind had slipped from matrimony to Calcutta. His face grew grave. ... | was afraid her dear boy would choose for himself, so she brought out the girl on purpose, and flung them together until it happened." "Mrs. Moore did not mention that to me among her plans." "I may have got it wrong I'm out of club gossip. But anyhow they're engaged to be married." "Yes, you're out of it, my poor chap,... | which I believe is the general notion. I'd far rather leave a thought behind me than a child. Other people can have children. No obligation, with England getting so chock-a-block and overrunning India for jobs." "Why don't you marry Miss Quested?" "Good God! why, the girl's a prig." "Prig, prig? Kindly explain. Isn't t... | 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 from other women for a time... | 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. "Because I have more or less come through without it," he r... | A Passage To India |
"To whom?" | Cyril Fielding | They will certainly report it."<|quote|>"To whom?"</|quote|>"That's all very well, but | in that fashion about God. They will certainly report it."<|quote|>"To whom?"</|quote|>"That's all very well, but you spoke against morality also, | country there is always some envious fellow on the look-out. You may be surprised to know that there were at least three spies sitting here when you came to enquire. I was really a good deal upset that you talked in that fashion about God. They will certainly report it."<|quote|>"To whom?"</|quote|>"That's all very wel... | there, and then got him into trouble! And abruptly he took up a new attitude towards his friend, the attitude of the protector who knows the dangers of India and is admonitory. "You can't be too careful in every way, Mr. Fielding; whatever you say or do in this damned country there is always some envious fellow on the ... | Fielding. However, she was not beautiful. She has practically no breasts, if you come to think of it." He smiled too, but found a touch of bad taste in the reference to a lady's breasts. "For the City Magistrate they shall be sufficient perhaps, and he for her. For you I shall arrange a lady with breasts like mangoes. ... | of the more pathetic products of Western education. She depresses me." "But prig, Mr. Fielding? How's that?" "She goes on and on as if she's at a lecture trying ever so hard to understand India and life, and occasionally taking a note." "I thought her so nice and sincere." "So she probably is," said Fielding, ashamed o... | 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 corollary. And he had to confess that he reall... | dear boy would choose for himself, so she brought out the girl on purpose, and flung them together until it happened." "Mrs. Moore did not mention that to me among her plans." "I may have got it wrong I'm out of club gossip. But anyhow they're engaged to be married." "Yes, you're out of it, my poor chap," he smiled. "N... | A Passage To India |
"That's all very well, but you spoke against morality also, and you said you had come to take other people's jobs. All that was very unwise. This is an awful place for scandal. Why, actually one of your own pupils was listening." | Dr. Aziz | certainly report it." "To whom?"<|quote|>"That's all very well, but you spoke against morality also, and you said you had come to take other people's jobs. All that was very unwise. This is an awful place for scandal. Why, actually one of your own pupils was listening."</|quote|>"Thanks for telling me that; | fashion about God. They will certainly report it." "To whom?"<|quote|>"That's all very well, but you spoke against morality also, and you said you had come to take other people's jobs. All that was very unwise. This is an awful place for scandal. Why, actually one of your own pupils was listening."</|quote|>"Thanks for... | is always some envious fellow on the look-out. You may be surprised to know that there were at least three spies sitting here when you came to enquire. I was really a good deal upset that you talked in that fashion about God. They will certainly report it." "To whom?"<|quote|>"That's all very well, but you spoke agains... | then got him into trouble! And abruptly he took up a new attitude towards his friend, the attitude of the protector who knows the dangers of India and is admonitory. "You can't be too careful in every way, Mr. Fielding; whatever you say or do in this damned country there is always some envious fellow on the look-out. Y... | she was not beautiful. She has practically no breasts, if you come to think of it." He smiled too, but found a touch of bad taste in the reference to a lady's breasts. "For the City Magistrate they shall be sufficient perhaps, and he for her. For you I shall arrange a lady with breasts like mangoes. . . ." "No, you won... | more pathetic products of Western education. She depresses me." "But prig, Mr. Fielding? How's that?" "She goes on and on as if she's at a lecture trying ever so hard to understand India and life, and occasionally taking a note." "I thought her so nice and sincere." "So she probably is," said Fielding, ashamed of his r... | 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, that ... | entertain regular Anglo-Indians. "It's the old mother's doing. She was afraid her dear boy would choose for himself, so she brought out the girl on purpose, and flung them together until it happened." "Mrs. Moore did not mention that to me among her plans." "I may have got it wrong I'm out of club gossip. But anyhow th... | A Passage To India |
"Thanks for telling me that; yes, I must try and be more careful. If I'm interested, I'm apt to forget myself. Still, it doesn't do real harm." | Cyril Fielding | your own pupils was listening."<|quote|>"Thanks for telling me that; yes, I must try and be more careful. If I'm interested, I'm apt to forget myself. Still, it doesn't do real harm."</|quote|>"But speaking out may get | scandal. Why, actually one of your own pupils was listening."<|quote|>"Thanks for telling me that; yes, I must try and be more careful. If I'm interested, I'm apt to forget myself. Still, it doesn't do real harm."</|quote|>"But speaking out may get you into trouble." "It's often | God. They will certainly report it." "To whom?" "That's all very well, but you spoke against morality also, and you said you had come to take other people's jobs. All that was very unwise. This is an awful place for scandal. Why, actually one of your own pupils was listening."<|quote|>"Thanks for telling me that; yes, ... | say or do in this damned country there is always some envious fellow on the look-out. You may be surprised to know that there were at least three spies sitting here when you came to enquire. I was really a good deal upset that you talked in that fashion about God. They will certainly report it." "To whom?" "That's all ... | and he for her. For you I shall arrange a lady with breasts like mangoes. . . ." "No, you won't." "I will not really, and besides your position makes it dangerous for you." His mind had slipped from matrimony to Calcutta. His face grew grave. Fancy if he had persuaded the Principal to accompany him there, and then got ... | her so nice and sincere." "So she probably is," said Fielding, ashamed of his roughness: any suggestion that he should marry always does produce overstatements on the part of the bachelor, and a mental breeze. "But I can't marry her if I wanted to, for she has just become engaged to the City Magistrate." "Has she indee... | 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 clarity, but ... | and he for her. For you I shall arrange a lady with breasts like mangoes. . . ." "No, you won't." "I will not really, and besides your position makes it dangerous for you." His mind had slipped from matrimony to Calcutta. His face grew grave. Fancy if he had persuaded the Principal to accompany him there, and then got ... | A Passage To India |
"But speaking out may get you into trouble." | Dr. Aziz | it doesn't do real harm."<|quote|>"But speaking out may get you into trouble."</|quote|>"It's often done so in | apt to forget myself. Still, it doesn't do real harm."<|quote|>"But speaking out may get you into trouble."</|quote|>"It's often done so in the past." "There, listen to | people's jobs. All that was very unwise. This is an awful place for scandal. Why, actually one of your own pupils was listening." "Thanks for telling me that; yes, I must try and be more careful. If I'm interested, I'm apt to forget myself. Still, it doesn't do real harm."<|quote|>"But speaking out may get you into tro... | three spies sitting here when you came to enquire. I was really a good deal upset that you talked in that fashion about God. They will certainly report it." "To whom?" "That's all very well, but you spoke against morality also, and you said you had come to take other people's jobs. All that was very unwise. This is an ... | your position makes it dangerous for you." His mind had slipped from matrimony to Calcutta. His face grew grave. Fancy if he had persuaded the Principal to accompany him there, and then got him into trouble! And abruptly he took up a new attitude towards his friend, the attitude of the protector who knows the dangers o... | part of the bachelor, and a mental breeze. "But I can't marry her if I wanted to, for she has just become engaged to the City Magistrate." "Has she indeed? I am so glad!" he exclaimed with relief, for this exempted him from the Marabar expedition: he would scarcely be expected to entertain regular Anglo-Indians. "It's ... | 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. Aziz shook his ... | "No Miss Quested for Mr. Fielding. However, she was not beautiful. She has practically no breasts, if you come to think of it." He smiled too, but found a touch of bad taste in the reference to a lady's breasts. "For the City Magistrate they shall be sufficient perhaps, and he for her. For you I shall arrange a lady wi... | A Passage To India |
"It's often done so in the past." | Cyril Fielding | may get you into trouble."<|quote|>"It's often done so in the past."</|quote|>"There, listen to that! But | real harm." "But speaking out may get you into trouble."<|quote|>"It's often done so in the past."</|quote|>"There, listen to that! But the end of it might | is an awful place for scandal. Why, actually one of your own pupils was listening." "Thanks for telling me that; yes, I must try and be more careful. If I'm interested, I'm apt to forget myself. Still, it doesn't do real harm." "But speaking out may get you into trouble."<|quote|>"It's often done so in the past."</|quo... | enquire. I was really a good deal upset that you talked in that fashion about God. They will certainly report it." "To whom?" "That's all very well, but you spoke against morality also, and you said you had come to take other people's jobs. All that was very unwise. This is an awful place for scandal. Why, actually one... | mind had slipped from matrimony to Calcutta. His face grew grave. Fancy if he had persuaded the Principal to accompany him there, and then got him into trouble! And abruptly he took up a new attitude towards his friend, the attitude of the protector who knows the dangers of India and is admonitory. "You can't be too ca... | "But I can't marry her if I wanted to, for she has just become engaged to the City Magistrate." "Has she indeed? I am so glad!" he exclaimed with relief, for this exempted him from the Marabar expedition: he would scarcely be expected to entertain regular Anglo-Indians. "It's the old mother's doing. She was afraid her ... | 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. Aziz shook his head distastefully. The question reminded him o... | she was not beautiful. She has practically no breasts, if you come to think of it." He smiled too, but found a touch of bad taste in the reference to a lady's breasts. "For the City Magistrate they shall be sufficient perhaps, and he for her. For you I shall arrange a lady with breasts like mangoes. . . ." "No, you won... | A Passage To India |
"There, listen to that! But the end of it might be that you lost your job." | Dr. Aziz | done so in the past."<|quote|>"There, listen to that! But the end of it might be that you lost your job."</|quote|>"If I do, I do. | you into trouble." "It's often done so in the past."<|quote|>"There, listen to that! But the end of it might be that you lost your job."</|quote|>"If I do, I do. I shall survive it. I | actually one of your own pupils was listening." "Thanks for telling me that; yes, I must try and be more careful. If I'm interested, I'm apt to forget myself. Still, it doesn't do real harm." "But speaking out may get you into trouble." "It's often done so in the past."<|quote|>"There, listen to that! But the end of it... | upset that you talked in that fashion about God. They will certainly report it." "To whom?" "That's all very well, but you spoke against morality also, and you said you had come to take other people's jobs. All that was very unwise. This is an awful place for scandal. Why, actually one of your own pupils was listening.... | His face grew grave. Fancy if he had persuaded the Principal to accompany him there, and then got him into trouble! And abruptly he took up a new attitude towards his friend, the attitude of the protector who knows the dangers of India and is admonitory. "You can't be too careful in every way, Mr. Fielding; whatever yo... | wanted to, for she has just become engaged to the City Magistrate." "Has she indeed? I am so glad!" he exclaimed with relief, for this exempted him from the Marabar expedition: he would scarcely be expected to entertain regular Anglo-Indians. "It's the old mother's doing. She was afraid her dear boy would choose for hi... | 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 Marabar C... | feel their absence, I don't want them weeping around my death-bed and being polite about me afterwards, which I believe is the general notion. I'd far rather leave a thought behind me than a child. Other people can have children. No obligation, with England getting so chock-a-block and overrunning India for jobs." "Why... | A Passage To India |
"If I do, I do. I shall survive it. I travel light." | Cyril Fielding | that you lost your job."<|quote|>"If I do, I do. I shall survive it. I travel light."</|quote|>"Travel light! You are a | end of it might be that you lost your job."<|quote|>"If I do, I do. I shall survive it. I travel light."</|quote|>"Travel light! You are a most extraordinary race," said Aziz, | try and be more careful. If I'm interested, I'm apt to forget myself. Still, it doesn't do real harm." "But speaking out may get you into trouble." "It's often done so in the past." "There, listen to that! But the end of it might be that you lost your job."<|quote|>"If I do, I do. I shall survive it. I travel light."</... | "That's all very well, but you spoke against morality also, and you said you had come to take other people's jobs. All that was very unwise. This is an awful place for scandal. Why, actually one of your own pupils was listening." "Thanks for telling me that; yes, I must try and be more careful. If I'm interested, I'm a... | then got him into trouble! And abruptly he took up a new attitude towards his friend, the attitude of the protector who knows the dangers of India and is admonitory. "You can't be too careful in every way, Mr. Fielding; whatever you say or do in this damned country there is always some envious fellow on the look-out. Y... | am so glad!" he exclaimed with relief, for this exempted him from the Marabar expedition: he would scarcely be expected to entertain regular Anglo-Indians. "It's the old mother's doing. She was afraid her dear boy would choose for himself, so she brought out the girl on purpose, and flung them together until it happene... | 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 England. He... | afraid her dear boy would choose for himself, so she brought out the girl on purpose, and flung them together until it happened." "Mrs. Moore did not mention that to me among her plans." "I may have got it wrong I'm out of club gossip. But anyhow they're engaged to be married." "Yes, you're out of it, my poor chap," he... | A Passage To India |
"Travel light! You are a most extraordinary race," | Dr. Aziz | survive it. I travel light."<|quote|>"Travel light! You are a most extraordinary race,"</|quote|>said Aziz, turning away as | do, I do. I shall survive it. I travel light."<|quote|>"Travel light! You are a most extraordinary race,"</|quote|>said Aziz, turning away as if he were going to | myself. Still, it doesn't do real harm." "But speaking out may get you into trouble." "It's often done so in the past." "There, listen to that! But the end of it might be that you lost your job." "If I do, I do. I shall survive it. I travel light."<|quote|>"Travel light! You are a most extraordinary race,"</|quote|>sai... | said you had come to take other people's jobs. All that was very unwise. This is an awful place for scandal. Why, actually one of your own pupils was listening." "Thanks for telling me that; yes, I must try and be more careful. If I'm interested, I'm apt to forget myself. Still, it doesn't do real harm." "But speaking ... | attitude towards his friend, the attitude of the protector who knows the dangers of India and is admonitory. "You can't be too careful in every way, Mr. Fielding; whatever you say or do in this damned country there is always some envious fellow on the look-out. You may be surprised to know that there were at least thre... | the Marabar expedition: he would scarcely be expected to entertain regular Anglo-Indians. "It's the old mother's doing. She was afraid her dear boy would choose for himself, so she brought out the girl on purpose, and flung them together until it happened." "Mrs. Moore did not mention that to me among her plans." "I ma... | 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 England. Here we never look at them. Oh no, much too careful. Let's talk of something else." ... | for Mr. Fielding. However, she was not beautiful. She has practically no breasts, if you come to think of it." He smiled too, but found a touch of bad taste in the reference to a lady's breasts. "For the City Magistrate they shall be sufficient perhaps, and he for her. For you I shall arrange a lady with breasts like m... | A Passage To India |
said Aziz, turning away as if he were going to sleep, and immediately turning back again. | No speaker | are a most extraordinary race,"<|quote|>said Aziz, turning away as if he were going to sleep, and immediately turning back again.</|quote|>"Is it your climate, or | travel light." "Travel light! You are a most extraordinary race,"<|quote|>said Aziz, turning away as if he were going to sleep, and immediately turning back again.</|quote|>"Is it your climate, or what?" "Plenty of Indians travel | speaking out may get you into trouble." "It's often done so in the past." "There, listen to that! But the end of it might be that you lost your job." "If I do, I do. I shall survive it. I travel light." "Travel light! You are a most extraordinary race,"<|quote|>said Aziz, turning away as if he were going to sleep, and ... | jobs. All that was very unwise. This is an awful place for scandal. Why, actually one of your own pupils was listening." "Thanks for telling me that; yes, I must try and be more careful. If I'm interested, I'm apt to forget myself. Still, it doesn't do real harm." "But speaking out may get you into trouble." "It's ofte... | protector who knows the dangers of India and is admonitory. "You can't be too careful in every way, Mr. Fielding; whatever you say or do in this damned country there is always some envious fellow on the look-out. You may be surprised to know that there were at least three spies sitting here when you came to enquire. I ... | to entertain regular Anglo-Indians. "It's the old mother's doing. She was afraid her dear boy would choose for himself, so she brought out the girl on purpose, and flung them together until it happened." "Mrs. Moore did not mention that to me among her plans." "I may have got it wrong I'm out of club gossip. But anyhow... | 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." "Hamidullah's right: they are much nicer in ... | your position makes it dangerous for you." His mind had slipped from matrimony to Calcutta. His face grew grave. Fancy if he had persuaded the Principal to accompany him there, and then got him into trouble! And abruptly he took up a new attitude towards his friend, the attitude of the protector who knows the dangers o... | A Passage To India |
"Is it your climate, or what?" | Dr. Aziz | and immediately turning back again.<|quote|>"Is it your climate, or what?"</|quote|>"Plenty of Indians travel light | he were going to sleep, and immediately turning back again.<|quote|>"Is it your climate, or what?"</|quote|>"Plenty of Indians travel light too saddhus and such. It's | to that! But the end of it might be that you lost your job." "If I do, I do. I shall survive it. I travel light." "Travel light! You are a most extraordinary race," said Aziz, turning away as if he were going to sleep, and immediately turning back again.<|quote|>"Is it your climate, or what?"</|quote|>"Plenty of Indian... | of your own pupils was listening." "Thanks for telling me that; yes, I must try and be more careful. If I'm interested, I'm apt to forget myself. Still, it doesn't do real harm." "But speaking out may get you into trouble." "It's often done so in the past." "There, listen to that! But the end of it might be that you lo... | every way, Mr. Fielding; whatever you say or do in this damned country there is always some envious fellow on the look-out. You may be surprised to know that there were at least three spies sitting here when you came to enquire. I was really a good deal upset that you talked in that fashion about God. They will certain... | choose for himself, so she brought out the girl on purpose, and flung them together until it happened." "Mrs. Moore did not mention that to me among her plans." "I may have got it wrong I'm out of club gossip. But anyhow they're engaged to be married." "Yes, you're out of it, my poor chap," he smiled. "No Miss Quested ... | 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." Aziz after another silence said, "W... | friend, the attitude of the protector who knows the dangers of India and is admonitory. "You can't be too careful in every way, Mr. Fielding; whatever you say or do in this damned country there is always some envious fellow on the look-out. You may be surprised to know that there were at least three spies sitting here ... | A Passage To India |
"Plenty of Indians travel light too saddhus and such. It's one of the things I admire about your country. Any man can travel light until he has a wife or children. That's part of my case against marriage. I'm a holy man minus the holiness. Hand that on to your three spies, and tell them to put it in their pipes." | Cyril Fielding | it your climate, or what?"<|quote|>"Plenty of Indians travel light too saddhus and such. It's one of the things I admire about your country. Any man can travel light until he has a wife or children. That's part of my case against marriage. I'm a holy man minus the holiness. Hand that on to your three spies, and tell th... | immediately turning back again. "Is it your climate, or what?"<|quote|>"Plenty of Indians travel light too saddhus and such. It's one of the things I admire about your country. Any man can travel light until he has a wife or children. That's part of my case against marriage. I'm a holy man minus the holiness. Hand that... | it might be that you lost your job." "If I do, I do. I shall survive it. I travel light." "Travel light! You are a most extraordinary race," said Aziz, turning away as if he were going to sleep, and immediately turning back again. "Is it your climate, or what?"<|quote|>"Plenty of Indians travel light too saddhus and su... | "Thanks for telling me that; yes, I must try and be more careful. If I'm interested, I'm apt to forget myself. Still, it doesn't do real harm." "But speaking out may get you into trouble." "It's often done so in the past." "There, listen to that! But the end of it might be that you lost your job." "If I do, I do. I sha... | say or do in this damned country there is always some envious fellow on the look-out. You may be surprised to know that there were at least three spies sitting here when you came to enquire. I was really a good deal upset that you talked in that fashion about God. They will certainly report it." "To whom?" "That's all ... | out the girl on purpose, and flung them together until it happened." "Mrs. Moore did not mention that to me among her plans." "I may have got it wrong I'm out of club gossip. But anyhow they're engaged to be married." "Yes, you're out of it, my poor chap," he smiled. "No Miss Quested for Mr. Fielding. However, she was ... | 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?" Fieldi... | ." "No, you won't." "I will not really, and besides your position makes it dangerous for you." His mind had slipped from matrimony to Calcutta. His face grew grave. Fancy if he had persuaded the Principal to accompany him there, and then got him into trouble! And abruptly he took up a new attitude towards his friend, t... | A Passage To India |
Aziz was charmed and interested, and turned the new idea over in his mind. So this was why Mr. Fielding and a few others were so fearless! They had nothing to lose. But he himself was rooted in society and Islam. He belonged to a tradition which bound him, and he had brought children into the world, the society of the ... | No speaker | put it in their pipes."<|quote|>Aziz was charmed and interested, and turned the new idea over in his mind. So this was why Mr. Fielding and a few others were so fearless! They had nothing to lose. But he himself was rooted in society and Islam. He belonged to a tradition which bound him, and he had brought children int... | spies, and tell them to put it in their pipes."<|quote|>Aziz was charmed and interested, and turned the new idea over in his mind. So this was why Mr. Fielding and a few others were so fearless! They had nothing to lose. But he himself was rooted in society and Islam. He belonged to a tradition which bound him, and he ... | of the things I admire about your country. Any man can travel light until he has a wife or children. That's part of my case against marriage. I'm a holy man minus the holiness. Hand that on to your three spies, and tell them to put it in their pipes."<|quote|>Aziz was charmed and interested, and turned the new idea ove... | I do. I shall survive it. I travel light." "Travel light! You are a most extraordinary race," said Aziz, turning away as if he were going to sleep, and immediately turning back again. "Is it your climate, or what?" "Plenty of Indians travel light too saddhus and such. It's one of the things I admire about your country.... | well, but you spoke against morality also, and you said you had come to take other people's jobs. All that was very unwise. This is an awful place for scandal. Why, actually one of your own pupils was listening." "Thanks for telling me that; yes, I must try and be more careful. If I'm interested, I'm apt to forget myse... | beautiful. She has practically no breasts, if you come to think of it." He smiled too, but found a touch of bad taste in the reference to a lady's breasts. "For the City Magistrate they shall be sufficient perhaps, and he for her. For you I shall arrange a lady with breasts like mangoes. . . ." "No, you won't." "I will... | or less come through without it," he replied. "I was thinking of telling you a little about myself some day if I can make it interesting enough. The lady I liked wouldn't marry me that is the main point, but that's fifteen years ago and now means nothing." "But you haven't children." "None." "Excuse the following quest... | accompany him there, and then got him into trouble! And abruptly he took up a new attitude towards his friend, the attitude of the protector who knows the dangers of India and is admonitory. "You can't be too careful in every way, Mr. Fielding; whatever you say or do in this damned country there is always some envious ... | A Passage To India |
"I can't be sacked from my job, because my job's Education. I believe in teaching people to be individuals, and to understand other individuals. It's the only thing I do believe in. At Government College, I mix it up with trigonometry, and so on. When I'm a saddhu, I shall mix it up with something else." | Cyril Fielding | nevertheless he was placed, placed.<|quote|>"I can't be sacked from my job, because my job's Education. I believe in teaching people to be individuals, and to understand other individuals. It's the only thing I do believe in. At Government College, I mix it up with trigonometry, and so on. When I'm a saddhu, I shall mi... | vaguely in this flimsy bungalow, nevertheless he was placed, placed.<|quote|>"I can't be sacked from my job, because my job's Education. I believe in teaching people to be individuals, and to understand other individuals. It's the only thing I do believe in. At Government College, I mix it up with trigonometry, and so ... | fearless! They had nothing to lose. But he himself was rooted in society and Islam. He belonged to a tradition which bound him, and he had brought children into the world, the society of the future. Though he lived so vaguely in this flimsy bungalow, nevertheless he was placed, placed.<|quote|>"I can't be sacked from m... | marriage. I'm a holy man minus the holiness. Hand that on to your three spies, and tell them to put it in their pipes." Aziz was charmed and interested, and turned the new idea over in his mind. So this was why Mr. Fielding and a few others were so fearless! They had nothing to lose. But he himself was rooted in societ... | done so in the past." "There, listen to that! But the end of it might be that you lost your job." "If I do, I do. I shall survive it. I travel light." "Travel light! You are a most extraordinary race," said Aziz, turning away as if he were going to sleep, and immediately turning back again. "Is it your climate, or what... | slipped from matrimony to Calcutta. His face grew grave. Fancy if he had persuaded the Principal to accompany him there, and then got him into trouble! And abruptly he took up a new attitude towards his friend, the attitude of the protector who knows the dangers of India and is admonitory. "You can't be too careful in ... | out." "It must." "Well." He shook his head. "This indifference is what the Oriental will never understand." "I don't care for children." "Caring has nothing to do with it," he said impatiently. "I don't feel their absence, I don't want them weeping around my death-bed and being polite about me afterwards, which I belie... | "It's often done so in the past." "There, listen to that! But the end of it might be that you lost your job." "If I do, I do. I shall survive it. I travel light." "Travel light! You are a most extraordinary race," said Aziz, turning away as if he were going to sleep, and immediately turning back again. "Is it your clim... | A Passage To India |
He concluded his manifesto, and both were silent. The eye-flies became worse than ever and danced close up to their pupils, or crawled into their ears. Fielding hit about wildly. The exercise made him hot, and he got up to go. | No speaker | it up with something else."<|quote|>He concluded his manifesto, and both were silent. The eye-flies became worse than ever and danced close up to their pupils, or crawled into their ears. Fielding hit about wildly. The exercise made him hot, and he got up to go.</|quote|>"You might tell your servant | a saddhu, I shall mix it up with something else."<|quote|>He concluded his manifesto, and both were silent. The eye-flies became worse than ever and danced close up to their pupils, or crawled into their ears. Fielding hit about wildly. The exercise made him hot, and he got up to go.</|quote|>"You might tell your serva... | job, because my job's Education. I believe in teaching people to be individuals, and to understand other individuals. It's the only thing I do believe in. At Government College, I mix it up with trigonometry, and so on. When I'm a saddhu, I shall mix it up with something else."<|quote|>He concluded his manifesto, and b... | But he himself was rooted in society and Islam. He belonged to a tradition which bound him, and he had brought children into the world, the society of the future. Though he lived so vaguely in this flimsy bungalow, nevertheless he was placed, placed. "I can't be sacked from my job, because my job's Education. I believe... | again. "Is it your climate, or what?" "Plenty of Indians travel light too saddhus and such. It's one of the things I admire about your country. Any man can travel light until he has a wife or children. That's part of my case against marriage. I'm a holy man minus the holiness. Hand that on to your three spies, and tell... | in every way, Mr. Fielding; whatever you say or do in this damned country there is always some envious fellow on the look-out. You may be surprised to know that there were at least three spies sitting here when you came to enquire. I was really a good deal upset that you talked in that fashion about God. They will cert... | general notion. I'd far rather leave a thought behind me than a child. Other people can have children. No obligation, with England getting so chock-a-block and overrunning India for jobs." "Why don't you marry Miss Quested?" "Good God! why, the girl's a prig." "Prig, prig? Kindly explain. Isn't that a bad word?" "Oh, I... | the attitude of the protector who knows the dangers of India and is admonitory. "You can't be too careful in every way, Mr. Fielding; whatever you say or do in this damned country there is always some envious fellow on the look-out. You may be surprised to know that there were at least three spies sitting here when you... | A Passage To India |
"You might tell your servant to bring my horse. He doesn't seem to appreciate my Urdu." | Cyril Fielding | he got up to go.<|quote|>"You might tell your servant to bring my horse. He doesn't seem to appreciate my Urdu."</|quote|>"I know. I gave him | exercise made him hot, and he got up to go.<|quote|>"You might tell your servant to bring my horse. He doesn't seem to appreciate my Urdu."</|quote|>"I know. I gave him orders not to. Such are | saddhu, I shall mix it up with something else." He concluded his manifesto, and both were silent. The eye-flies became worse than ever and danced close up to their pupils, or crawled into their ears. Fielding hit about wildly. The exercise made him hot, and he got up to go.<|quote|>"You might tell your servant to bring... | was placed, placed. "I can't be sacked from my job, because my job's Education. I believe in teaching people to be individuals, and to understand other individuals. It's the only thing I do believe in. At Government College, I mix it up with trigonometry, and so on. When I'm a saddhu, I shall mix it up with something e... | my case against marriage. I'm a holy man minus the holiness. Hand that on to your three spies, and tell them to put it in their pipes." Aziz was charmed and interested, and turned the new idea over in his mind. So this was why Mr. Fielding and a few others were so fearless! They had nothing to lose. But he himself was ... | to enquire. I was really a good deal upset that you talked in that fashion about God. They will certainly report it." "To whom?" "That's all very well, but you spoke against morality also, and you said you had come to take other people's jobs. All that was very unwise. This is an awful place for scandal. Why, actually ... | a prig." "Prig, prig? Kindly explain. Isn't that a bad word?" "Oh, I don't know her, but she struck me as one of the more pathetic products of Western education. She depresses me." "But prig, Mr. Fielding? How's that?" "She goes on and on as if she's at a lecture trying ever so hard to understand India and life, and oc... | "To whom?" "That's all very well, but you spoke against morality also, and you said you had come to take other people's jobs. All that was very unwise. This is an awful place for scandal. Why, actually one of your own pupils was listening." "Thanks for telling me that; yes, I must try and be more careful. If I'm intere... | A Passage To India |
"I know. I gave him orders not to. Such are the tricks we play on unfortunate Englishmen. Poor Mr. Fielding! But I will release you now. Oh dear! With the exception of yourself and Hamidullah, I have no one to talk to in this place. You like Hamidullah, don't you?" | Dr. Aziz | seem to appreciate my Urdu."<|quote|>"I know. I gave him orders not to. Such are the tricks we play on unfortunate Englishmen. Poor Mr. Fielding! But I will release you now. Oh dear! With the exception of yourself and Hamidullah, I have no one to talk to in this place. You like Hamidullah, don't you?"</|quote|>"Very mu... | bring my horse. He doesn't seem to appreciate my Urdu."<|quote|>"I know. I gave him orders not to. Such are the tricks we play on unfortunate Englishmen. Poor Mr. Fielding! But I will release you now. Oh dear! With the exception of yourself and Hamidullah, I have no one to talk to in this place. You like Hamidullah, do... | silent. The eye-flies became worse than ever and danced close up to their pupils, or crawled into their ears. Fielding hit about wildly. The exercise made him hot, and he got up to go. "You might tell your servant to bring my horse. He doesn't seem to appreciate my Urdu."<|quote|>"I know. I gave him orders not to. Such... | in teaching people to be individuals, and to understand other individuals. It's the only thing I do believe in. At Government College, I mix it up with trigonometry, and so on. When I'm a saddhu, I shall mix it up with something else." He concluded his manifesto, and both were silent. The eye-flies became worse than ev... | three spies, and tell them to put it in their pipes." Aziz was charmed and interested, and turned the new idea over in his mind. So this was why Mr. Fielding and a few others were so fearless! They had nothing to lose. But he himself was rooted in society and Islam. He belonged to a tradition which bound him, and he ha... | God. They will certainly report it." "To whom?" "That's all very well, but you spoke against morality also, and you said you had come to take other people's jobs. All that was very unwise. This is an awful place for scandal. Why, actually one of your own pupils was listening." "Thanks for telling me that; yes, I must t... | but she struck me as one of the more pathetic products of Western education. She depresses me." "But prig, Mr. Fielding? How's that?" "She goes on and on as if she's at a lecture trying ever so hard to understand India and life, and occasionally taking a note." "I thought her so nice and sincere." "So she probably is,"... | I do. I shall survive it. I travel light." "Travel light! You are a most extraordinary race," said Aziz, turning away as if he were going to sleep, and immediately turning back again. "Is it your climate, or what?" "Plenty of Indians travel light too saddhus and such. It's one of the things I admire about your country.... | A Passage To India |
"Very much." | Cyril Fielding | You like Hamidullah, don't you?"<|quote|>"Very much."</|quote|>"Do you promise to come | talk to in this place. You like Hamidullah, don't you?"<|quote|>"Very much."</|quote|>"Do you promise to come at once to us when | "I know. I gave him orders not to. Such are the tricks we play on unfortunate Englishmen. Poor Mr. Fielding! But I will release you now. Oh dear! With the exception of yourself and Hamidullah, I have no one to talk to in this place. You like Hamidullah, don't you?"<|quote|>"Very much."</|quote|>"Do you promise to come ... | silent. The eye-flies became worse than ever and danced close up to their pupils, or crawled into their ears. Fielding hit about wildly. The exercise made him hot, and he got up to go. "You might tell your servant to bring my horse. He doesn't seem to appreciate my Urdu." "I know. I gave him orders not to. Such are the... | and Islam. He belonged to a tradition which bound him, and he had brought children into the world, the society of the future. Though he lived so vaguely in this flimsy bungalow, nevertheless he was placed, placed. "I can't be sacked from my job, because my job's Education. I believe in teaching people to be individuals... | "Thanks for telling me that; yes, I must try and be more careful. If I'm interested, I'm apt to forget myself. Still, it doesn't do real harm." "But speaking out may get you into trouble." "It's often done so in the past." "There, listen to that! But the end of it might be that you lost your job." "If I do, I do. I sha... | her so nice and sincere." "So she probably is," said Fielding, ashamed of his roughness: any suggestion that he should marry always does produce overstatements on the part of the bachelor, and a mental breeze. "But I can't marry her if I wanted to, for she has just become engaged to the City Magistrate." "Has she indee... | whatever you say or do in this damned country there is always some envious fellow on the look-out. You may be surprised to know that there were at least three spies sitting here when you came to enquire. I was really a good deal upset that you talked in that fashion about God. They will certainly report it." "To whom?"... | A Passage To India |
"Do you promise to come at once to us when you are in trouble?" | Dr. Aziz | Hamidullah, don't you?" "Very much."<|quote|>"Do you promise to come at once to us when you are in trouble?"</|quote|>"I never can be in | in this place. You like Hamidullah, don't you?" "Very much."<|quote|>"Do you promise to come at once to us when you are in trouble?"</|quote|>"I never can be in trouble." "There goes a queer | I gave him orders not to. Such are the tricks we play on unfortunate Englishmen. Poor Mr. Fielding! But I will release you now. Oh dear! With the exception of yourself and Hamidullah, I have no one to talk to in this place. You like Hamidullah, don't you?" "Very much."<|quote|>"Do you promise to come at once to us when... | eye-flies became worse than ever and danced close up to their pupils, or crawled into their ears. Fielding hit about wildly. The exercise made him hot, and he got up to go. "You might tell your servant to bring my horse. He doesn't seem to appreciate my Urdu." "I know. I gave him orders not to. Such are the tricks we p... | He belonged to a tradition which bound him, and he had brought children into the world, the society of the future. Though he lived so vaguely in this flimsy bungalow, nevertheless he was placed, placed. "I can't be sacked from my job, because my job's Education. I believe in teaching people to be individuals, and to un... | telling me that; yes, I must try and be more careful. If I'm interested, I'm apt to forget myself. Still, it doesn't do real harm." "But speaking out may get you into trouble." "It's often done so in the past." "There, listen to that! But the end of it might be that you lost your job." "If I do, I do. I shall survive i... | nice and sincere." "So she probably is," said Fielding, ashamed of his roughness: any suggestion that he should marry always does produce overstatements on the part of the bachelor, and a mental breeze. "But I can't marry her if I wanted to, for she has just become engaged to the City Magistrate." "Has she indeed? I am... | away as if he were going to sleep, and immediately turning back again. "Is it your climate, or what?" "Plenty of Indians travel light too saddhus and such. It's one of the things I admire about your country. Any man can travel light until he has a wife or children. That's part of my case against marriage. I'm a holy ma... | A Passage To India |
"I never can be in trouble." | Cyril Fielding | when you are in trouble?"<|quote|>"I never can be in trouble."</|quote|>"There goes a queer chap, | come at once to us when you are in trouble?"<|quote|>"I never can be in trouble."</|quote|>"There goes a queer chap, I trust he won't come | Englishmen. Poor Mr. Fielding! But I will release you now. Oh dear! With the exception of yourself and Hamidullah, I have no one to talk to in this place. You like Hamidullah, don't you?" "Very much." "Do you promise to come at once to us when you are in trouble?"<|quote|>"I never can be in trouble."</|quote|>"There go... | into their ears. Fielding hit about wildly. The exercise made him hot, and he got up to go. "You might tell your servant to bring my horse. He doesn't seem to appreciate my Urdu." "I know. I gave him orders not to. Such are the tricks we play on unfortunate Englishmen. Poor Mr. Fielding! But I will release you now. Oh ... | the world, the society of the future. Though he lived so vaguely in this flimsy bungalow, nevertheless he was placed, placed. "I can't be sacked from my job, because my job's Education. I believe in teaching people to be individuals, and to understand other individuals. It's the only thing I do believe in. At Governmen... | I'm apt to forget myself. Still, it doesn't do real harm." "But speaking out may get you into trouble." "It's often done so in the past." "There, listen to that! But the end of it might be that you lost your job." "If I do, I do. I shall survive it. I travel light." "Travel light! You are a most extraordinary race," sa... | suggestion that he should marry always does produce overstatements on the part of the bachelor, and a mental breeze. "But I can't marry her if I wanted to, for she has just become engaged to the City Magistrate." "Has she indeed? I am so glad!" he exclaimed with relief, for this exempted him from the Marabar expedition... | he had brought children into the world, the society of the future. Though he lived so vaguely in this flimsy bungalow, nevertheless he was placed, placed. "I can't be sacked from my job, because my job's Education. I believe in teaching people to be individuals, and to understand other individuals. It's the only thing ... | A Passage To India |
"There goes a queer chap, I trust he won't come to grief," | Dr. Aziz | never can be in trouble."<|quote|>"There goes a queer chap, I trust he won't come to grief,"</|quote|>thought Aziz, left alone. His | you are in trouble?" "I never can be in trouble."<|quote|>"There goes a queer chap, I trust he won't come to grief,"</|quote|>thought Aziz, left alone. His period of admiration was over, | will release you now. Oh dear! With the exception of yourself and Hamidullah, I have no one to talk to in this place. You like Hamidullah, don't you?" "Very much." "Do you promise to come at once to us when you are in trouble?" "I never can be in trouble."<|quote|>"There goes a queer chap, I trust he won't come to grie... | wildly. The exercise made him hot, and he got up to go. "You might tell your servant to bring my horse. He doesn't seem to appreciate my Urdu." "I know. I gave him orders not to. Such are the tricks we play on unfortunate Englishmen. Poor Mr. Fielding! But I will release you now. Oh dear! With the exception of yourself... | future. Though he lived so vaguely in this flimsy bungalow, nevertheless he was placed, placed. "I can't be sacked from my job, because my job's Education. I believe in teaching people to be individuals, and to understand other individuals. It's the only thing I do believe in. At Government College, I mix it up with tr... | it doesn't do real harm." "But speaking out may get you into trouble." "It's often done so in the past." "There, listen to that! But the end of it might be that you lost your job." "If I do, I do. I shall survive it. I travel light." "Travel light! You are a most extraordinary race," said Aziz, turning away as if he we... | does produce overstatements on the part of the bachelor, and a mental breeze. "But I can't marry her if I wanted to, for she has just become engaged to the City Magistrate." "Has she indeed? I am so glad!" he exclaimed with relief, for this exempted him from the Marabar expedition: he would scarcely be expected to ente... | whom?" "That's all very well, but you spoke against morality also, and you said you had come to take other people's jobs. All that was very unwise. This is an awful place for scandal. Why, actually one of your own pupils was listening." "Thanks for telling me that; yes, I must try and be more careful. If I'm interested... | A Passage To India |
thought Aziz, left alone. His period of admiration was over, and he reacted towards patronage. It was difficult for him to remain in awe of anyone who played with all his cards on the table. Fielding, he discovered on closer acquaintance, was truly warm-hearted and unconventional, but not what can be called wise. That ... | No speaker | he won't come to grief,"<|quote|>thought Aziz, left alone. His period of admiration was over, and he reacted towards patronage. It was difficult for him to remain in awe of anyone who played with all his cards on the table. Fielding, he discovered on closer acquaintance, was truly warm-hearted and unconventional, but n... | a queer chap, I trust he won't come to grief,"<|quote|>thought Aziz, left alone. His period of admiration was over, and he reacted towards patronage. It was difficult for him to remain in awe of anyone who played with all his cards on the table. Fielding, he discovered on closer acquaintance, was truly warm-hearted and... | Hamidullah, I have no one to talk to in this place. You like Hamidullah, don't you?" "Very much." "Do you promise to come at once to us when you are in trouble?" "I never can be in trouble." "There goes a queer chap, I trust he won't come to grief,"<|quote|>thought Aziz, left alone. His period of admiration was over, a... | "You might tell your servant to bring my horse. He doesn't seem to appreciate my Urdu." "I know. I gave him orders not to. Such are the tricks we play on unfortunate Englishmen. Poor Mr. Fielding! But I will release you now. Oh dear! With the exception of yourself and Hamidullah, I have no one to talk to in this place.... | was placed, placed. "I can't be sacked from my job, because my job's Education. I believe in teaching people to be individuals, and to understand other individuals. It's the only thing I do believe in. At Government College, I mix it up with trigonometry, and so on. When I'm a saddhu, I shall mix it up with something e... | trouble." "It's often done so in the past." "There, listen to that! But the end of it might be that you lost your job." "If I do, I do. I shall survive it. I travel light." "Travel light! You are a most extraordinary race," said Aziz, turning away as if he were going to sleep, and immediately turning back again. "Is it... | breeze. "But I can't marry her if I wanted to, for she has just become engaged to the City Magistrate." "Has she indeed? I am so glad!" he exclaimed with relief, for this exempted him from the Marabar expedition: he would scarcely be expected to entertain regular Anglo-Indians. "It's the old mother's doing. She was afr... | abruptly he took up a new attitude towards his friend, the attitude of the protector who knows the dangers of India and is admonitory. "You can't be too careful in every way, Mr. Fielding; whatever you say or do in this damned country there is always some envious fellow on the look-out. You may be surprised to know tha... | A Passage To India |
"But you've come, after all. Oh how very very kind of you!" | Dr. Aziz | to meet them, suddenly happy.<|quote|>"But you've come, after all. Oh how very very kind of you!"</|quote|>he cried. "This is the | their Goanese servant. He rushed to meet them, suddenly happy.<|quote|>"But you've come, after all. Oh how very very kind of you!"</|quote|>he cried. "This is the happiest moment in all my | old Mohammed Latif, who was to act as major-domo. He felt insecure and also unreal. A car drove up, and he hoped Fielding would get out of it, to lend him solidity. But it contained Mrs. Moore, Miss Quested, and their Goanese servant. He rushed to meet them, suddenly happy.<|quote|>"But you've come, after all. Oh how v... | arrived. His friends thought him most unwise to mix himself up with English ladies, and warned him to take every precaution against unpunctuality. Consequently he spent the previous night at the station. The servants were huddled on the platform, enjoined not to stray. He himself walked up and down with old Mohammed La... | tea, fruit, soda-water and sweets, whoever cooked them, and vegetables and rice if cooked by a Brahman; but not meat, not cakes lest they contained eggs, and he would not allow anyone else to eat beef: a slice of beef upon a distant plate would wreck his happiness. Other people might eat mutton, they might eat ham. But... | press of their engagements, still, they hoped to manage it after consulting Mr. Heaslop. Consulted, Ronny raised no objection, provided Fielding undertook full responsibility for their comfort. He was not enthusiastic about the picnic, but, then, no more were the ladies no one was enthusiastic, yet it took place. Aziz ... | the living four hundred of them, four thousand or million. Nothing is inside them, they were sealed up before the creation of pestilence or treasure; if mankind grew curious and excavated, nothing, nothing would be added to the sum of good or evil. One of them is rumoured within the boulder that swings on the summit of... | memories, a temporary and a permanent, he had hitherto relegated the caves to the former. Now he transferred them once for all, and pushed the matter through. They were to be a stupendous replica of the tea party. He began by securing Fielding and old Godbole, and then commissioned Fielding to approach Mrs. Moore and M... | A Passage To India |
he cried. | No speaker | very very kind of you!"<|quote|>he cried.</|quote|>"This is the happiest moment | come, after all. Oh how very very kind of you!"<|quote|>he cried.</|quote|>"This is the happiest moment in all my life." The | and also unreal. A car drove up, and he hoped Fielding would get out of it, to lend him solidity. But it contained Mrs. Moore, Miss Quested, and their Goanese servant. He rushed to meet them, suddenly happy. "But you've come, after all. Oh how very very kind of you!"<|quote|>he cried.</|quote|>"This is the happiest mom... | English ladies, and warned him to take every precaution against unpunctuality. Consequently he spent the previous night at the station. The servants were huddled on the platform, enjoined not to stray. He himself walked up and down with old Mohammed Latif, who was to act as major-domo. He felt insecure and also unreal.... | if cooked by a Brahman; but not meat, not cakes lest they contained eggs, and he would not allow anyone else to eat beef: a slice of beef upon a distant plate would wreck his happiness. Other people might eat mutton, they might eat ham. But over ham Aziz' own religion raised its voice: he did not fancy other people eat... | Mr. Heaslop. Consulted, Ronny raised no objection, provided Fielding undertook full responsibility for their comfort. He was not enthusiastic about the picnic, but, then, no more were the ladies no one was enthusiastic, yet it took place. Aziz was terribly worried. It was not a long expedition a train left Chandrapore ... | inside them, they were sealed up before the creation of pestilence or treasure; if mankind grew curious and excavated, nothing, nothing would be added to the sum of good or evil. One of them is rumoured within the boulder that swings on the summit of the highest of the hills; a bubble-shaped cave that has neither ceili... | whoever cooked them, and vegetables and rice if cooked by a Brahman; but not meat, not cakes lest they contained eggs, and he would not allow anyone else to eat beef: a slice of beef upon a distant plate would wreck his happiness. Other people might eat mutton, they might eat ham. But over ham Aziz' own religion raised... | A Passage To India |
"This is the happiest moment in all my life." | Dr. Aziz | kind of you!" he cried.<|quote|>"This is the happiest moment in all my life."</|quote|>The ladies were civil. It | all. Oh how very very kind of you!" he cried.<|quote|>"This is the happiest moment in all my life."</|quote|>The ladies were civil. It was not the happiest moment | unreal. A car drove up, and he hoped Fielding would get out of it, to lend him solidity. But it contained Mrs. Moore, Miss Quested, and their Goanese servant. He rushed to meet them, suddenly happy. "But you've come, after all. Oh how very very kind of you!" he cried.<|quote|>"This is the happiest moment in all my life... | and warned him to take every precaution against unpunctuality. Consequently he spent the previous night at the station. The servants were huddled on the platform, enjoined not to stray. He himself walked up and down with old Mohammed Latif, who was to act as major-domo. He felt insecure and also unreal. A car drove up,... | by a Brahman; but not meat, not cakes lest they contained eggs, and he would not allow anyone else to eat beef: a slice of beef upon a distant plate would wreck his happiness. Other people might eat mutton, they might eat ham. But over ham Aziz' own religion raised its voice: he did not fancy other people eating ham. T... | Consulted, Ronny raised no objection, provided Fielding undertook full responsibility for their comfort. He was not enthusiastic about the picnic, but, then, no more were the ladies no one was enthusiastic, yet it took place. Aziz was terribly worried. It was not a long expedition a train left Chandrapore just before d... | they were sealed up before the creation of pestilence or treasure; if mankind grew curious and excavated, nothing, nothing would be added to the sum of good or evil. One of them is rumoured within the boulder that swings on the summit of the highest of the hills; a bubble-shaped cave that has neither ceiling nor floor,... | travelled, it accreted emotion and Aziz learnt with horror that the ladies were deeply offended with him, and had expected an invitation daily. He thought his facile remark had been forgotten. Endowed with two memories, a temporary and a permanent, he had hitherto relegated the caves to the former. Now he transferred t... | A Passage To India |
The ladies were civil. It was not the happiest moment in their lives, still, they looked forward to enjoying themselves as soon as the bother of the early start was over. They had not seen him since the expedition was arranged, and they thanked him adequately. | No speaker | moment in all my life."<|quote|>The ladies were civil. It was not the happiest moment in their lives, still, they looked forward to enjoying themselves as soon as the bother of the early start was over. They had not seen him since the expedition was arranged, and they thanked him adequately.</|quote|>"You don't require... | cried. "This is the happiest moment in all my life."<|quote|>The ladies were civil. It was not the happiest moment in their lives, still, they looked forward to enjoying themselves as soon as the bother of the early start was over. They had not seen him since the expedition was arranged, and they thanked him adequately... | would get out of it, to lend him solidity. But it contained Mrs. Moore, Miss Quested, and their Goanese servant. He rushed to meet them, suddenly happy. "But you've come, after all. Oh how very very kind of you!" he cried. "This is the happiest moment in all my life."<|quote|>The ladies were civil. It was not the happi... | Consequently he spent the previous night at the station. The servants were huddled on the platform, enjoined not to stray. He himself walked up and down with old Mohammed Latif, who was to act as major-domo. He felt insecure and also unreal. A car drove up, and he hoped Fielding would get out of it, to lend him solidit... | they contained eggs, and he would not allow anyone else to eat beef: a slice of beef upon a distant plate would wreck his happiness. Other people might eat mutton, they might eat ham. But over ham Aziz' own religion raised its voice: he did not fancy other people eating ham. Trouble after trouble encountered him, becau... | responsibility for their comfort. He was not enthusiastic about the picnic, but, then, no more were the ladies no one was enthusiastic, yet it took place. Aziz was terribly worried. It was not a long expedition a train left Chandrapore just before dawn, another would bring them back for tiffin but he was only a little ... | or treasure; if mankind grew curious and excavated, nothing, nothing would be added to the sum of good or evil. One of them is rumoured within the boulder that swings on the summit of the highest of the hills; a bubble-shaped cave that has neither ceiling nor floor, and mirrors its own darkness in every direction infin... | not a long expedition a train left Chandrapore just before dawn, another would bring them back for tiffin but he was only a little official still, and feared to acquit himself dishonourably. He had to ask Major Callendar for half a day's leave, and be refused because of his recent malingering; despair; renewed approach... | A Passage To India |
"You don't require tickets please stop your servant. There are no tickets on the Marabar branch line; it is its peculiarity. You come to the carriage and rest till Mr. Fielding joins us. Did you know you are to travel purdah? Will you like that?" | Dr. Aziz | and they thanked him adequately.<|quote|>"You don't require tickets please stop your servant. There are no tickets on the Marabar branch line; it is its peculiarity. You come to the carriage and rest till Mr. Fielding joins us. Did you know you are to travel purdah? Will you like that?"</|quote|>They replied that they ... | since the expedition was arranged, and they thanked him adequately.<|quote|>"You don't require tickets please stop your servant. There are no tickets on the Marabar branch line; it is its peculiarity. You come to the carriage and rest till Mr. Fielding joins us. Did you know you are to travel purdah? Will you like that... | in all my life." The ladies were civil. It was not the happiest moment in their lives, still, they looked forward to enjoying themselves as soon as the bother of the early start was over. They had not seen him since the expedition was arranged, and they thanked him adequately.<|quote|>"You don't require tickets please ... | and he hoped Fielding would get out of it, to lend him solidity. But it contained Mrs. Moore, Miss Quested, and their Goanese servant. He rushed to meet them, suddenly happy. "But you've come, after all. Oh how very very kind of you!" he cried. "This is the happiest moment in all my life." The ladies were civil. It was... | fancy other people eating ham. Trouble after trouble encountered him, because he had challenged the spirit of the Indian earth, which tries to keep men in compartments. At last the moment arrived. His friends thought him most unwise to mix himself up with English ladies, and warned him to take every precaution against ... | them back for tiffin but he was only a little official still, and feared to acquit himself dishonourably. He had to ask Major Callendar for half a day's leave, and be refused because of his recent malingering; despair; renewed approach of Major Callendar through Fielding, and contemptuous snarling permission. He had to... | nor floor, and mirrors its own darkness in every direction infinitely. If the boulder falls and smashes, the cave will smash too empty as an Easter egg. The boulder because of its hollowness sways in the wind, and even moves when a crow perches upon it: hence its name and the name of its stupendous pedestal: the Kawa D... | a very strict Hindu he would take tea, fruit, soda-water and sweets, whoever cooked them, and vegetables and rice if cooked by a Brahman; but not meat, not cakes lest they contained eggs, and he would not allow anyone else to eat beef: a slice of beef upon a distant plate would wreck his happiness. Other people might e... | A Passage To India |
They replied that they should like it. The train had come in, and a crowd of dependents were swarming over the seats of the carriage like monkeys. Aziz had borrowed servants from his friends, as well as bringing his own three, and quarrels over precedence were resulting. The ladies' servant stood apart, with a sneering... | No speaker | purdah? Will you like that?"<|quote|>They replied that they should like it. The train had come in, and a crowd of dependents were swarming over the seats of the carriage like monkeys. Aziz had borrowed servants from his friends, as well as bringing his own three, and quarrels over precedence were resulting. The ladies'... | know you are to travel purdah? Will you like that?"<|quote|>They replied that they should like it. The train had come in, and a crowd of dependents were swarming over the seats of the carriage like monkeys. Aziz had borrowed servants from his friends, as well as bringing his own three, and quarrels over precedence were... | and they thanked him adequately. "You don't require tickets please stop your servant. There are no tickets on the Marabar branch line; it is its peculiarity. You come to the carriage and rest till Mr. Fielding joins us. Did you know you are to travel purdah? Will you like that?"<|quote|>They replied that they should li... | "This is the happiest moment in all my life." The ladies were civil. It was not the happiest moment in their lives, still, they looked forward to enjoying themselves as soon as the bother of the early start was over. They had not seen him since the expedition was arranged, and they thanked him adequately. "You don't re... | and warned him to take every precaution against unpunctuality. Consequently he spent the previous night at the station. The servants were huddled on the platform, enjoined not to stray. He himself walked up and down with old Mohammed Latif, who was to act as major-domo. He felt insecure and also unreal. A car drove up,... | and contemptuous snarling permission. He had to borrow cutlery from Mahmoud Ali without inviting him. Then there was the question of alcohol; Mr. Fielding, and perhaps the ladies, were drinkers, so must he provide whisky-sodas and ports? There was the problem of transport from the wayside station of Marabar to the cave... | it: hence its name and the name of its stupendous pedestal: the Kawa Dol. CHAPTER XIII These hills look romantic in certain lights and at suitable distances, and seen of an evening from the upper verandah of the club they caused Miss Quested to say conversationally to Miss Derek that she should like to have gone, that ... | did not fancy other people eating ham. Trouble after trouble encountered him, because he had challenged the spirit of the Indian earth, which tries to keep men in compartments. At last the moment arrived. His friends thought him most unwise to mix himself up with English ladies, and warned him to take every precaution ... | A Passage To India |
"Send back your servant," | Dr. Aziz | him a few moments alone.<|quote|>"Send back your servant,"</|quote|>he suggested. "He is unnecessary. | trusted themselves to be with him a few moments alone.<|quote|>"Send back your servant,"</|quote|>he suggested. "He is unnecessary. Then we shall all be | Miss Quested too new and they behaved to Aziz as to any young man who had been kind to them in the country. This moved him deeply. He had expected them to arrive with Mr. Fielding, instead of which they trusted themselves to be with him a few moments alone.<|quote|>"Send back your servant,"</|quote|>he suggested. "He i... | ran to both ends of it to intercede. Much had still to enter the purdah carriage a box bound with brass, a melon wearing a fez, a towel containing guavas, a step-ladder and a gun. The guests played up all right. They had no race-consciousness Mrs. Moore was too old, Miss Quested too new and they behaved to Aziz as to a... | but had acquired the temporary look that indicates its end. Perched on the roof of a shed, the station-master's hens began to dream of kites instead of owls. Lamps were put out, in order to save the trouble of putting them out later; the smell of tobacco and the sound of spitting arose from third-class passengers in da... | happiest moment in all my life." The ladies were civil. It was not the happiest moment in their lives, still, they looked forward to enjoying themselves as soon as the bother of the early start was over. They had not seen him since the expedition was arranged, and they thanked him adequately. "You don't require tickets... | no objection, provided Fielding undertook full responsibility for their comfort. He was not enthusiastic about the picnic, but, then, no more were the ladies no one was enthusiastic, yet it took place. Aziz was terribly worried. It was not a long expedition a train left Chandrapore just before dawn, another would bring... | they were still globe-trotters, at Bombay. In a hotel or among smart people he was excellent, but as soon as they consorted with anyone whom he thought second-rate he left them to their disgrace. The night was still dark, but had acquired the temporary look that indicates its end. Perched on the roof of a shed, the sta... | A Passage To India |
he suggested. | No speaker | alone. "Send back your servant,"<|quote|>he suggested.</|quote|>"He is unnecessary. Then we | with him a few moments alone. "Send back your servant,"<|quote|>he suggested.</|quote|>"He is unnecessary. Then we shall all be Moslems together." | and they behaved to Aziz as to any young man who had been kind to them in the country. This moved him deeply. He had expected them to arrive with Mr. Fielding, instead of which they trusted themselves to be with him a few moments alone. "Send back your servant,"<|quote|>he suggested.</|quote|>"He is unnecessary. Then w... | of it to intercede. Much had still to enter the purdah carriage a box bound with brass, a melon wearing a fez, a towel containing guavas, a step-ladder and a gun. The guests played up all right. They had no race-consciousness Mrs. Moore was too old, Miss Quested too new and they behaved to Aziz as to any young man who ... | temporary look that indicates its end. Perched on the roof of a shed, the station-master's hens began to dream of kites instead of owls. Lamps were put out, in order to save the trouble of putting them out later; the smell of tobacco and the sound of spitting arose from third-class passengers in dark corners; heads wer... | my life." The ladies were civil. It was not the happiest moment in their lives, still, they looked forward to enjoying themselves as soon as the bother of the early start was over. They had not seen him since the expedition was arranged, and they thanked him adequately. "You don't require tickets please stop your serva... | undertook full responsibility for their comfort. He was not enthusiastic about the picnic, but, then, no more were the ladies no one was enthusiastic, yet it took place. Aziz was terribly worried. It was not a long expedition a train left Chandrapore just before dawn, another would bring them back for tiffin but he was... | platform, enjoined not to stray. He himself walked up and down with old Mohammed Latif, who was to act as major-domo. He felt insecure and also unreal. A car drove up, and he hoped Fielding would get out of it, to lend him solidity. But it contained Mrs. Moore, Miss Quested, and their Goanese servant. He rushed to meet... | A Passage To India |
"He is unnecessary. Then we shall all be Moslems together." | Dr. Aziz | back your servant," he suggested.<|quote|>"He is unnecessary. Then we shall all be Moslems together."</|quote|>"And he is such a | a few moments alone. "Send back your servant," he suggested.<|quote|>"He is unnecessary. Then we shall all be Moslems together."</|quote|>"And he is such a horrible servant. Antony, you can | behaved to Aziz as to any young man who had been kind to them in the country. This moved him deeply. He had expected them to arrive with Mr. Fielding, instead of which they trusted themselves to be with him a few moments alone. "Send back your servant," he suggested.<|quote|>"He is unnecessary. Then we shall all be Mos... | to intercede. Much had still to enter the purdah carriage a box bound with brass, a melon wearing a fez, a towel containing guavas, a step-ladder and a gun. The guests played up all right. They had no race-consciousness Mrs. Moore was too old, Miss Quested too new and they behaved to Aziz as to any young man who had be... | that indicates its end. Perched on the roof of a shed, the station-master's hens began to dream of kites instead of owls. Lamps were put out, in order to save the trouble of putting them out later; the smell of tobacco and the sound of spitting arose from third-class passengers in dark corners; heads were unshrouded, t... | The ladies were civil. It was not the happiest moment in their lives, still, they looked forward to enjoying themselves as soon as the bother of the early start was over. They had not seen him since the expedition was arranged, and they thanked him adequately. "You don't require tickets please stop your servant. There ... | responsibility for their comfort. He was not enthusiastic about the picnic, but, then, no more were the ladies no one was enthusiastic, yet it took place. Aziz was terribly worried. It was not a long expedition a train left Chandrapore just before dawn, another would bring them back for tiffin but he was only a little ... | over ham Aziz' own religion raised its voice: he did not fancy other people eating ham. Trouble after trouble encountered him, because he had challenged the spirit of the Indian earth, which tries to keep men in compartments. At last the moment arrived. His friends thought him most unwise to mix himself up with English... | A Passage To India |
"And he is such a horrible servant. Antony, you can go; we don't want you," | Adela Quested | shall all be Moslems together."<|quote|>"And he is such a horrible servant. Antony, you can go; we don't want you,"</|quote|>said the girl impatiently. "Master | "He is unnecessary. Then we shall all be Moslems together."<|quote|>"And he is such a horrible servant. Antony, you can go; we don't want you,"</|quote|>said the girl impatiently. "Master told me to come." "Mistress | been kind to them in the country. This moved him deeply. He had expected them to arrive with Mr. Fielding, instead of which they trusted themselves to be with him a few moments alone. "Send back your servant," he suggested. "He is unnecessary. Then we shall all be Moslems together."<|quote|>"And he is such a horrible s... | a box bound with brass, a melon wearing a fez, a towel containing guavas, a step-ladder and a gun. The guests played up all right. They had no race-consciousness Mrs. Moore was too old, Miss Quested too new and they behaved to Aziz as to any young man who had been kind to them in the country. This moved him deeply. He ... | shed, the station-master's hens began to dream of kites instead of owls. Lamps were put out, in order to save the trouble of putting them out later; the smell of tobacco and the sound of spitting arose from third-class passengers in dark corners; heads were unshrouded, teeth cleaned on the twigs of a tree. So convinced... | in their lives, still, they looked forward to enjoying themselves as soon as the bother of the early start was over. They had not seen him since the expedition was arranged, and they thanked him adequately. "You don't require tickets please stop your servant. There are no tickets on the Marabar branch line; it is its p... | picnic, but, then, no more were the ladies no one was enthusiastic, yet it took place. Aziz was terribly worried. It was not a long expedition a train left Chandrapore just before dawn, another would bring them back for tiffin but he was only a little official still, and feared to acquit himself dishonourably. He had t... | shed, the station-master's hens began to dream of kites instead of owls. Lamps were put out, in order to save the trouble of putting them out later; the smell of tobacco and the sound of spitting arose from third-class passengers in dark corners; heads were unshrouded, teeth cleaned on the twigs of a tree. So convinced... | A Passage To India |
said the girl impatiently. | No speaker | go; we don't want you,"<|quote|>said the girl impatiently.</|quote|>"Master told me to come." | horrible servant. Antony, you can go; we don't want you,"<|quote|>said the girl impatiently.</|quote|>"Master told me to come." "Mistress tells you to go." | to arrive with Mr. Fielding, instead of which they trusted themselves to be with him a few moments alone. "Send back your servant," he suggested. "He is unnecessary. Then we shall all be Moslems together." "And he is such a horrible servant. Antony, you can go; we don't want you,"<|quote|>said the girl impatiently.</|q... | step-ladder and a gun. The guests played up all right. They had no race-consciousness Mrs. Moore was too old, Miss Quested too new and they behaved to Aziz as to any young man who had been kind to them in the country. This moved him deeply. He had expected them to arrive with Mr. Fielding, instead of which they trusted... | out, in order to save the trouble of putting them out later; the smell of tobacco and the sound of spitting arose from third-class passengers in dark corners; heads were unshrouded, teeth cleaned on the twigs of a tree. So convinced was a junior official that another sun would rise, that he rang a bell with enthusiasm.... | of the early start was over. They had not seen him since the expedition was arranged, and they thanked him adequately. "You don't require tickets please stop your servant. There are no tickets on the Marabar branch line; it is its peculiarity. You come to the carriage and rest till Mr. Fielding joins us. Did you know y... | place. Aziz was terribly worried. It was not a long expedition a train left Chandrapore just before dawn, another would bring them back for tiffin but he was only a little official still, and feared to acquit himself dishonourably. He had to ask Major Callendar for half a day's leave, and be refused because of his rece... | people he was excellent, but as soon as they consorted with anyone whom he thought second-rate he left them to their disgrace. The night was still dark, but had acquired the temporary look that indicates its end. Perched on the roof of a shed, the station-master's hens began to dream of kites instead of owls. Lamps wer... | A Passage To India |
"Mistress tells you to go." | Adela Quested | "Master told me to come."<|quote|>"Mistress tells you to go."</|quote|>"Master says, keep near the | you," said the girl impatiently. "Master told me to come."<|quote|>"Mistress tells you to go."</|quote|>"Master says, keep near the ladies all the morning." "Well, | trusted themselves to be with him a few moments alone. "Send back your servant," he suggested. "He is unnecessary. Then we shall all be Moslems together." "And he is such a horrible servant. Antony, you can go; we don't want you," said the girl impatiently. "Master told me to come."<|quote|>"Mistress tells you to go."<... | right. They had no race-consciousness Mrs. Moore was too old, Miss Quested too new and they behaved to Aziz as to any young man who had been kind to them in the country. This moved him deeply. He had expected them to arrive with Mr. Fielding, instead of which they trusted themselves to be with him a few moments alone. ... | them out later; the smell of tobacco and the sound of spitting arose from third-class passengers in dark corners; heads were unshrouded, teeth cleaned on the twigs of a tree. So convinced was a junior official that another sun would rise, that he rang a bell with enthusiasm. This upset the servants. They shrieked that ... | seen him since the expedition was arranged, and they thanked him adequately. "You don't require tickets please stop your servant. There are no tickets on the Marabar branch line; it is its peculiarity. You come to the carriage and rest till Mr. Fielding joins us. Did you know you are to travel purdah? Will you like tha... | long expedition a train left Chandrapore just before dawn, another would bring them back for tiffin but he was only a little official still, and feared to acquit himself dishonourably. He had to ask Major Callendar for half a day's leave, and be refused because of his recent malingering; despair; renewed approach of Ma... | eating ham. Trouble after trouble encountered him, because he had challenged the spirit of the Indian earth, which tries to keep men in compartments. At last the moment arrived. His friends thought him most unwise to mix himself up with English ladies, and warned him to take every precaution against unpunctuality. Cons... | A Passage To India |
"Well, your ladies won't have you." | Adela Quested | the ladies all the morning."<|quote|>"Well, your ladies won't have you."</|quote|>She turned to the host. | go." "Master says, keep near the ladies all the morning."<|quote|>"Well, your ladies won't have you."</|quote|>She turned to the host. "Do get rid of him, | he suggested. "He is unnecessary. Then we shall all be Moslems together." "And he is such a horrible servant. Antony, you can go; we don't want you," said the girl impatiently. "Master told me to come." "Mistress tells you to go." "Master says, keep near the ladies all the morning."<|quote|>"Well, your ladies won't hav... | and they behaved to Aziz as to any young man who had been kind to them in the country. This moved him deeply. He had expected them to arrive with Mr. Fielding, instead of which they trusted themselves to be with him a few moments alone. "Send back your servant," he suggested. "He is unnecessary. Then we shall all be Mo... | third-class passengers in dark corners; heads were unshrouded, teeth cleaned on the twigs of a tree. So convinced was a junior official that another sun would rise, that he rang a bell with enthusiasm. This upset the servants. They shrieked that the train was starting, and ran to both ends of it to intercede. Much had ... | require tickets please stop your servant. There are no tickets on the Marabar branch line; it is its peculiarity. You come to the carriage and rest till Mr. Fielding joins us. Did you know you are to travel purdah? Will you like that?" They replied that they should like it. The train had come in, and a crowd of depende... | for tiffin but he was only a little official still, and feared to acquit himself dishonourably. He had to ask Major Callendar for half a day's leave, and be refused because of his recent malingering; despair; renewed approach of Major Callendar through Fielding, and contemptuous snarling permission. He had to borrow cu... | as the bother of the early start was over. They had not seen him since the expedition was arranged, and they thanked him adequately. "You don't require tickets please stop your servant. There are no tickets on the Marabar branch line; it is its peculiarity. You come to the carriage and rest till Mr. Fielding joins us. ... | A Passage To India |
She turned to the host. | No speaker | your ladies won't have you."<|quote|>She turned to the host.</|quote|>"Do get rid of him, | ladies all the morning." "Well, your ladies won't have you."<|quote|>She turned to the host.</|quote|>"Do get rid of him, Dr. Aziz!" "Mohammed Latif!" he | we shall all be Moslems together." "And he is such a horrible servant. Antony, you can go; we don't want you," said the girl impatiently. "Master told me to come." "Mistress tells you to go." "Master says, keep near the ladies all the morning." "Well, your ladies won't have you."<|quote|>She turned to the host.</|quote... | to any young man who had been kind to them in the country. This moved him deeply. He had expected them to arrive with Mr. Fielding, instead of which they trusted themselves to be with him a few moments alone. "Send back your servant," he suggested. "He is unnecessary. Then we shall all be Moslems together." "And he is ... | were unshrouded, teeth cleaned on the twigs of a tree. So convinced was a junior official that another sun would rise, that he rang a bell with enthusiasm. This upset the servants. They shrieked that the train was starting, and ran to both ends of it to intercede. Much had still to enter the purdah carriage a box bound... | There are no tickets on the Marabar branch line; it is its peculiarity. You come to the carriage and rest till Mr. Fielding joins us. Did you know you are to travel purdah? Will you like that?" They replied that they should like it. The train had come in, and a crowd of dependents were swarming over the seats of the ca... | a little official still, and feared to acquit himself dishonourably. He had to ask Major Callendar for half a day's leave, and be refused because of his recent malingering; despair; renewed approach of Major Callendar through Fielding, and contemptuous snarling permission. He had to borrow cutlery from Mahmoud Ali with... | to keep men in compartments. At last the moment arrived. His friends thought him most unwise to mix himself up with English ladies, and warned him to take every precaution against unpunctuality. Consequently he spent the previous night at the station. The servants were huddled on the platform, enjoined not to stray. He... | A Passage To India |
"Do get rid of him, Dr. Aziz!" | Adela Quested | She turned to the host.<|quote|>"Do get rid of him, Dr. Aziz!"</|quote|>"Mohammed Latif!" he called. The | your ladies won't have you." She turned to the host.<|quote|>"Do get rid of him, Dr. Aziz!"</|quote|>"Mohammed Latif!" he called. The poor relative exchanged fezzes with | together." "And he is such a horrible servant. Antony, you can go; we don't want you," said the girl impatiently. "Master told me to come." "Mistress tells you to go." "Master says, keep near the ladies all the morning." "Well, your ladies won't have you." She turned to the host.<|quote|>"Do get rid of him, Dr. Aziz!"<... | had been kind to them in the country. This moved him deeply. He had expected them to arrive with Mr. Fielding, instead of which they trusted themselves to be with him a few moments alone. "Send back your servant," he suggested. "He is unnecessary. Then we shall all be Moslems together." "And he is such a horrible serva... | the twigs of a tree. So convinced was a junior official that another sun would rise, that he rang a bell with enthusiasm. This upset the servants. They shrieked that the train was starting, and ran to both ends of it to intercede. Much had still to enter the purdah carriage a box bound with brass, a melon wearing a fez... | the Marabar branch line; it is its peculiarity. You come to the carriage and rest till Mr. Fielding joins us. Did you know you are to travel purdah? Will you like that?" They replied that they should like it. The train had come in, and a crowd of dependents were swarming over the seats of the carriage like monkeys. Azi... | feared to acquit himself dishonourably. He had to ask Major Callendar for half a day's leave, and be refused because of his recent malingering; despair; renewed approach of Major Callendar through Fielding, and contemptuous snarling permission. He had to borrow cutlery from Mahmoud Ali without inviting him. Then there ... | suddenly happy. "But you've come, after all. Oh how very very kind of you!" he cried. "This is the happiest moment in all my life." The ladies were civil. It was not the happiest moment in their lives, still, they looked forward to enjoying themselves as soon as the bother of the early start was over. They had not seen... | A Passage To India |
"Mohammed Latif!" | Dr. Aziz | rid of him, Dr. Aziz!"<|quote|>"Mohammed Latif!"</|quote|>he called. The poor relative | to the host. "Do get rid of him, Dr. Aziz!"<|quote|>"Mohammed Latif!"</|quote|>he called. The poor relative exchanged fezzes with the melon, | servant. Antony, you can go; we don't want you," said the girl impatiently. "Master told me to come." "Mistress tells you to go." "Master says, keep near the ladies all the morning." "Well, your ladies won't have you." She turned to the host. "Do get rid of him, Dr. Aziz!"<|quote|>"Mohammed Latif!"</|quote|>he called. ... | country. This moved him deeply. He had expected them to arrive with Mr. Fielding, instead of which they trusted themselves to be with him a few moments alone. "Send back your servant," he suggested. "He is unnecessary. Then we shall all be Moslems together." "And he is such a horrible servant. Antony, you can go; we do... | was a junior official that another sun would rise, that he rang a bell with enthusiasm. This upset the servants. They shrieked that the train was starting, and ran to both ends of it to intercede. Much had still to enter the purdah carriage a box bound with brass, a melon wearing a fez, a towel containing guavas, a ste... | peculiarity. You come to the carriage and rest till Mr. Fielding joins us. Did you know you are to travel purdah? Will you like that?" They replied that they should like it. The train had come in, and a crowd of dependents were swarming over the seats of the carriage like monkeys. Aziz had borrowed servants from his fr... | to ask Major Callendar for half a day's leave, and be refused because of his recent malingering; despair; renewed approach of Major Callendar through Fielding, and contemptuous snarling permission. He had to borrow cutlery from Mahmoud Ali without inviting him. Then there was the question of alcohol; Mr. Fielding, and ... | to lend him solidity. But it contained Mrs. Moore, Miss Quested, and their Goanese servant. He rushed to meet them, suddenly happy. "But you've come, after all. Oh how very very kind of you!" he cried. "This is the happiest moment in all my life." The ladies were civil. It was not the happiest moment in their lives, st... | A Passage To India |
he called. The poor relative exchanged fezzes with the melon, and peeped out of the window of the railway carriage, whose confusion he was superintending. | No speaker | him, Dr. Aziz!" "Mohammed Latif!"<|quote|>he called. The poor relative exchanged fezzes with the melon, and peeped out of the window of the railway carriage, whose confusion he was superintending.</|quote|>"Here is my cousin, Mr. | host. "Do get rid of him, Dr. Aziz!" "Mohammed Latif!"<|quote|>he called. The poor relative exchanged fezzes with the melon, and peeped out of the window of the railway carriage, whose confusion he was superintending.</|quote|>"Here is my cousin, Mr. Mohammed Latif. Oh no, don't | you can go; we don't want you," said the girl impatiently. "Master told me to come." "Mistress tells you to go." "Master says, keep near the ladies all the morning." "Well, your ladies won't have you." She turned to the host. "Do get rid of him, Dr. Aziz!" "Mohammed Latif!"<|quote|>he called. The poor relative exchange... | moved him deeply. He had expected them to arrive with Mr. Fielding, instead of which they trusted themselves to be with him a few moments alone. "Send back your servant," he suggested. "He is unnecessary. Then we shall all be Moslems together." "And he is such a horrible servant. Antony, you can go; we don't want you,"... | junior official that another sun would rise, that he rang a bell with enthusiasm. This upset the servants. They shrieked that the train was starting, and ran to both ends of it to intercede. Much had still to enter the purdah carriage a box bound with brass, a melon wearing a fez, a towel containing guavas, a step-ladd... | come to the carriage and rest till Mr. Fielding joins us. Did you know you are to travel purdah? Will you like that?" They replied that they should like it. The train had come in, and a crowd of dependents were swarming over the seats of the carriage like monkeys. Aziz had borrowed servants from his friends, as well as... | Major Callendar for half a day's leave, and be refused because of his recent malingering; despair; renewed approach of Major Callendar through Fielding, and contemptuous snarling permission. He had to borrow cutlery from Mahmoud Ali without inviting him. Then there was the question of alcohol; Mr. Fielding, and perhaps... | as soon as the bother of the early start was over. They had not seen him since the expedition was arranged, and they thanked him adequately. "You don't require tickets please stop your servant. There are no tickets on the Marabar branch line; it is its peculiarity. You come to the carriage and rest till Mr. Fielding jo... | A Passage To India |
"Here is my cousin, Mr. Mohammed Latif. Oh no, don't shake hands. He is an Indian of the old-fashioned sort, he prefers to salaam. There, I told you so. Mohammed Latif, how beautifully you salaam. See, he hasn't understood; he knows no English." | Dr. Aziz | whose confusion he was superintending.<|quote|>"Here is my cousin, Mr. Mohammed Latif. Oh no, don't shake hands. He is an Indian of the old-fashioned sort, he prefers to salaam. There, I told you so. Mohammed Latif, how beautifully you salaam. See, he hasn't understood; he knows no English."</|quote|>"You spick lie," s... | window of the railway carriage, whose confusion he was superintending.<|quote|>"Here is my cousin, Mr. Mohammed Latif. Oh no, don't shake hands. He is an Indian of the old-fashioned sort, he prefers to salaam. There, I told you so. Mohammed Latif, how beautifully you salaam. See, he hasn't understood; he knows no Engli... | the ladies all the morning." "Well, your ladies won't have you." She turned to the host. "Do get rid of him, Dr. Aziz!" "Mohammed Latif!" he called. The poor relative exchanged fezzes with the melon, and peeped out of the window of the railway carriage, whose confusion he was superintending.<|quote|>"Here is my cousin,... | alone. "Send back your servant," he suggested. "He is unnecessary. Then we shall all be Moslems together." "And he is such a horrible servant. Antony, you can go; we don't want you," said the girl impatiently. "Master told me to come." "Mistress tells you to go." "Master says, keep near the ladies all the morning." "We... | and ran to both ends of it to intercede. Much had still to enter the purdah carriage a box bound with brass, a melon wearing a fez, a towel containing guavas, a step-ladder and a gun. The guests played up all right. They had no race-consciousness Mrs. Moore was too old, Miss Quested too new and they behaved to Aziz as ... | that they should like it. The train had come in, and a crowd of dependents were swarming over the seats of the carriage like monkeys. Aziz had borrowed servants from his friends, as well as bringing his own three, and quarrels over precedence were resulting. The ladies' servant stood apart, with a sneering expression o... | snarling permission. He had to borrow cutlery from Mahmoud Ali without inviting him. Then there was the question of alcohol; Mr. Fielding, and perhaps the ladies, were drinkers, so must he provide whisky-sodas and ports? There was the problem of transport from the wayside station of Marabar to the caves. There was the ... | with anyone whom he thought second-rate he left them to their disgrace. The night was still dark, but had acquired the temporary look that indicates its end. Perched on the roof of a shed, the station-master's hens began to dream of kites instead of owls. Lamps were put out, in order to save the trouble of putting them... | A Passage To India |
said the old man gently. | No speaker | no English." "You spick lie,"<|quote|>said the old man gently.</|quote|>"I spick a lie! Oh, | he hasn't understood; he knows no English." "You spick lie,"<|quote|>said the old man gently.</|quote|>"I spick a lie! Oh, jolly good. Isn't he a | confusion he was superintending. "Here is my cousin, Mr. Mohammed Latif. Oh no, don't shake hands. He is an Indian of the old-fashioned sort, he prefers to salaam. There, I told you so. Mohammed Latif, how beautifully you salaam. See, he hasn't understood; he knows no English." "You spick lie,"<|quote|>said the old man... | "Master says, keep near the ladies all the morning." "Well, your ladies won't have you." She turned to the host. "Do get rid of him, Dr. Aziz!" "Mohammed Latif!" he called. The poor relative exchanged fezzes with the melon, and peeped out of the window of the railway carriage, whose confusion he was superintending. "He... | Mrs. Moore was too old, Miss Quested too new and they behaved to Aziz as to any young man who had been kind to them in the country. This moved him deeply. He had expected them to arrive with Mr. Fielding, instead of which they trusted themselves to be with him a few moments alone. "Send back your servant," he suggested... | ladies' servant stood apart, with a sneering expression on his face. They had hired him while they were still globe-trotters, at Bombay. In a hotel or among smart people he was excellent, but as soon as they consorted with anyone whom he thought second-rate he left them to their disgrace. The night was still dark, but ... | Marabar to the caves. There was the problem of Professor Godbole and his food, and of Professor Godbole and other people's food two problems, not one problem. The Professor was not a very strict Hindu he would take tea, fruit, soda-water and sweets, whoever cooked them, and vegetables and rice if cooked by a Brahman; b... | solidity. But it contained Mrs. Moore, Miss Quested, and their Goanese servant. He rushed to meet them, suddenly happy. "But you've come, after all. Oh how very very kind of you!" he cried. "This is the happiest moment in all my life." The ladies were civil. It was not the happiest moment in their lives, still, they lo... | A Passage To India |
"I spick a lie! Oh, jolly good. Isn't he a funny old man? We will have great jokes with him later. He does all sorts of little things. He is not nearly as stupid as you think, and awfully poor. It's lucky ours is a large family." | Dr. Aziz | said the old man gently.<|quote|>"I spick a lie! Oh, jolly good. Isn't he a funny old man? We will have great jokes with him later. He does all sorts of little things. He is not nearly as stupid as you think, and awfully poor. It's lucky ours is a large family."</|quote|>He flung an arm round | no English." "You spick lie," said the old man gently.<|quote|>"I spick a lie! Oh, jolly good. Isn't he a funny old man? We will have great jokes with him later. He does all sorts of little things. He is not nearly as stupid as you think, and awfully poor. It's lucky ours is a large family."</|quote|>He flung an arm ro... | is my cousin, Mr. Mohammed Latif. Oh no, don't shake hands. He is an Indian of the old-fashioned sort, he prefers to salaam. There, I told you so. Mohammed Latif, how beautifully you salaam. See, he hasn't understood; he knows no English." "You spick lie," said the old man gently.<|quote|>"I spick a lie! Oh, jolly good... | ladies all the morning." "Well, your ladies won't have you." She turned to the host. "Do get rid of him, Dr. Aziz!" "Mohammed Latif!" he called. The poor relative exchanged fezzes with the melon, and peeped out of the window of the railway carriage, whose confusion he was superintending. "Here is my cousin, Mr. Mohamme... | Miss Quested too new and they behaved to Aziz as to any young man who had been kind to them in the country. This moved him deeply. He had expected them to arrive with Mr. Fielding, instead of which they trusted themselves to be with him a few moments alone. "Send back your servant," he suggested. "He is unnecessary. Th... | a sneering expression on his face. They had hired him while they were still globe-trotters, at Bombay. In a hotel or among smart people he was excellent, but as soon as they consorted with anyone whom he thought second-rate he left them to their disgrace. The night was still dark, but had acquired the temporary look th... | was the problem of Professor Godbole and his food, and of Professor Godbole and other people's food two problems, not one problem. The Professor was not a very strict Hindu he would take tea, fruit, soda-water and sweets, whoever cooked them, and vegetables and rice if cooked by a Brahman; but not meat, not cakes lest ... | after all. Oh how very very kind of you!" he cried. "This is the happiest moment in all my life." The ladies were civil. It was not the happiest moment in their lives, still, they looked forward to enjoying themselves as soon as the bother of the early start was over. They had not seen him since the expedition was arra... | A Passage To India |
He flung an arm round the grubby neck. | No speaker | ours is a large family."<|quote|>He flung an arm round the grubby neck.</|quote|>"But you get inside, make | and awfully poor. It's lucky ours is a large family."<|quote|>He flung an arm round the grubby neck.</|quote|>"But you get inside, make yourselves at home; yes, you | old man gently. "I spick a lie! Oh, jolly good. Isn't he a funny old man? We will have great jokes with him later. He does all sorts of little things. He is not nearly as stupid as you think, and awfully poor. It's lucky ours is a large family."<|quote|>He flung an arm round the grubby neck.</|quote|>"But you get insid... | was superintending. "Here is my cousin, Mr. Mohammed Latif. Oh no, don't shake hands. He is an Indian of the old-fashioned sort, he prefers to salaam. There, I told you so. Mohammed Latif, how beautifully you salaam. See, he hasn't understood; he knows no English." "You spick lie," said the old man gently. "I spick a l... | few moments alone. "Send back your servant," he suggested. "He is unnecessary. Then we shall all be Moslems together." "And he is such a horrible servant. Antony, you can go; we don't want you," said the girl impatiently. "Master told me to come." "Mistress tells you to go." "Master says, keep near the ladies all the m... | was still dark, but had acquired the temporary look that indicates its end. Perched on the roof of a shed, the station-master's hens began to dream of kites instead of owls. Lamps were put out, in order to save the trouble of putting them out later; the smell of tobacco and the sound of spitting arose from third-class ... | by a Brahman; but not meat, not cakes lest they contained eggs, and he would not allow anyone else to eat beef: a slice of beef upon a distant plate would wreck his happiness. Other people might eat mutton, they might eat ham. But over ham Aziz' own religion raised its voice: he did not fancy other people eating ham. T... | that?" They replied that they should like it. The train had come in, and a crowd of dependents were swarming over the seats of the carriage like monkeys. Aziz had borrowed servants from his friends, as well as bringing his own three, and quarrels over precedence were resulting. The ladies' servant stood apart, with a s... | A Passage To India |
"But you get inside, make yourselves at home; yes, you lie down." | Dr. Aziz | arm round the grubby neck.<|quote|>"But you get inside, make yourselves at home; yes, you lie down."</|quote|>The celebrated Oriental confusion appeared | large family." He flung an arm round the grubby neck.<|quote|>"But you get inside, make yourselves at home; yes, you lie down."</|quote|>The celebrated Oriental confusion appeared at last to be at | jolly good. Isn't he a funny old man? We will have great jokes with him later. He does all sorts of little things. He is not nearly as stupid as you think, and awfully poor. It's lucky ours is a large family." He flung an arm round the grubby neck.<|quote|>"But you get inside, make yourselves at home; yes, you lie down... | Latif. Oh no, don't shake hands. He is an Indian of the old-fashioned sort, he prefers to salaam. There, I told you so. Mohammed Latif, how beautifully you salaam. See, he hasn't understood; he knows no English." "You spick lie," said the old man gently. "I spick a lie! Oh, jolly good. Isn't he a funny old man? We will... | suggested. "He is unnecessary. Then we shall all be Moslems together." "And he is such a horrible servant. Antony, you can go; we don't want you," said the girl impatiently. "Master told me to come." "Mistress tells you to go." "Master says, keep near the ladies all the morning." "Well, your ladies won't have you." She... | look that indicates its end. Perched on the roof of a shed, the station-master's hens began to dream of kites instead of owls. Lamps were put out, in order to save the trouble of putting them out later; the smell of tobacco and the sound of spitting arose from third-class passengers in dark corners; heads were unshroud... | lest they contained eggs, and he would not allow anyone else to eat beef: a slice of beef upon a distant plate would wreck his happiness. Other people might eat mutton, they might eat ham. But over ham Aziz' own religion raised its voice: he did not fancy other people eating ham. Trouble after trouble encountered him, ... | the happiest moment in their lives, still, they looked forward to enjoying themselves as soon as the bother of the early start was over. They had not seen him since the expedition was arranged, and they thanked him adequately. "You don't require tickets please stop your servant. There are no tickets on the Marabar bran... | A Passage To India |
The celebrated Oriental confusion appeared at last to be at an end. | No speaker | home; yes, you lie down."<|quote|>The celebrated Oriental confusion appeared at last to be at an end.</|quote|>"Excuse me, now I must | get inside, make yourselves at home; yes, you lie down."<|quote|>The celebrated Oriental confusion appeared at last to be at an end.</|quote|>"Excuse me, now I must meet our other two guests!" | jokes with him later. He does all sorts of little things. He is not nearly as stupid as you think, and awfully poor. It's lucky ours is a large family." He flung an arm round the grubby neck. "But you get inside, make yourselves at home; yes, you lie down."<|quote|>The celebrated Oriental confusion appeared at last to ... | old-fashioned sort, he prefers to salaam. There, I told you so. Mohammed Latif, how beautifully you salaam. See, he hasn't understood; he knows no English." "You spick lie," said the old man gently. "I spick a lie! Oh, jolly good. Isn't he a funny old man? We will have great jokes with him later. He does all sorts of l... | he is such a horrible servant. Antony, you can go; we don't want you," said the girl impatiently. "Master told me to come." "Mistress tells you to go." "Master says, keep near the ladies all the morning." "Well, your ladies won't have you." She turned to the host. "Do get rid of him, Dr. Aziz!" "Mohammed Latif!" he cal... | the station-master's hens began to dream of kites instead of owls. Lamps were put out, in order to save the trouble of putting them out later; the smell of tobacco and the sound of spitting arose from third-class passengers in dark corners; heads were unshrouded, teeth cleaned on the twigs of a tree. So convinced was a... | eat beef: a slice of beef upon a distant plate would wreck his happiness. Other people might eat mutton, they might eat ham. But over ham Aziz' own religion raised its voice: he did not fancy other people eating ham. Trouble after trouble encountered him, because he had challenged the spirit of the Indian earth, which ... | were still globe-trotters, at Bombay. In a hotel or among smart people he was excellent, but as soon as they consorted with anyone whom he thought second-rate he left them to their disgrace. The night was still dark, but had acquired the temporary look that indicates its end. Perched on the roof of a shed, the station-... | A Passage To India |
"Excuse me, now I must meet our other two guests!" | Dr. Aziz | to be at an end.<|quote|>"Excuse me, now I must meet our other two guests!"</|quote|>He was getting nervous again, | Oriental confusion appeared at last to be at an end.<|quote|>"Excuse me, now I must meet our other two guests!"</|quote|>He was getting nervous again, for it was ten minutes | is not nearly as stupid as you think, and awfully poor. It's lucky ours is a large family." He flung an arm round the grubby neck. "But you get inside, make yourselves at home; yes, you lie down." The celebrated Oriental confusion appeared at last to be at an end.<|quote|>"Excuse me, now I must meet our other two guest... | Latif, how beautifully you salaam. See, he hasn't understood; he knows no English." "You spick lie," said the old man gently. "I spick a lie! Oh, jolly good. Isn't he a funny old man? We will have great jokes with him later. He does all sorts of little things. He is not nearly as stupid as you think, and awfully poor. ... | want you," said the girl impatiently. "Master told me to come." "Mistress tells you to go." "Master says, keep near the ladies all the morning." "Well, your ladies won't have you." She turned to the host. "Do get rid of him, Dr. Aziz!" "Mohammed Latif!" he called. The poor relative exchanged fezzes with the melon, and ... | were put out, in order to save the trouble of putting them out later; the smell of tobacco and the sound of spitting arose from third-class passengers in dark corners; heads were unshrouded, teeth cleaned on the twigs of a tree. So convinced was a junior official that another sun would rise, that he rang a bell with en... | his happiness. Other people might eat mutton, they might eat ham. But over ham Aziz' own religion raised its voice: he did not fancy other people eating ham. Trouble after trouble encountered him, because he had challenged the spirit of the Indian earth, which tries to keep men in compartments. At last the moment arriv... | new and they behaved to Aziz as to any young man who had been kind to them in the country. This moved him deeply. He had expected them to arrive with Mr. Fielding, instead of which they trusted themselves to be with him a few moments alone. "Send back your servant," he suggested. "He is unnecessary. Then we shall all b... | A Passage To India |
He was getting nervous again, for it was ten minutes to the time. Still, Fielding was an Englishman, and they never do miss trains, and Godbole was a Hindu and did not count, and, soothed by this logic, he grew calmer as the hour of departure approached. Mohammed Latif had bribed Antony not to come. They walked up and ... | No speaker | meet our other two guests!"<|quote|>He was getting nervous again, for it was ten minutes to the time. Still, Fielding was an Englishman, and they never do miss trains, and Godbole was a Hindu and did not count, and, soothed by this logic, he grew calmer as the hour of departure approached. Mohammed Latif had bribed Ant... | "Excuse me, now I must meet our other two guests!"<|quote|>He was getting nervous again, for it was ten minutes to the time. Still, Fielding was an Englishman, and they never do miss trains, and Godbole was a Hindu and did not count, and, soothed by this logic, he grew calmer as the hour of departure approached. Mohamm... | poor. It's lucky ours is a large family." He flung an arm round the grubby neck. "But you get inside, make yourselves at home; yes, you lie down." The celebrated Oriental confusion appeared at last to be at an end. "Excuse me, now I must meet our other two guests!"<|quote|>He was getting nervous again, for it was ten m... | knows no English." "You spick lie," said the old man gently. "I spick a lie! Oh, jolly good. Isn't he a funny old man? We will have great jokes with him later. He does all sorts of little things. He is not nearly as stupid as you think, and awfully poor. It's lucky ours is a large family." He flung an arm round the gru... | come." "Mistress tells you to go." "Master says, keep near the ladies all the morning." "Well, your ladies won't have you." She turned to the host. "Do get rid of him, Dr. Aziz!" "Mohammed Latif!" he called. The poor relative exchanged fezzes with the melon, and peeped out of the window of the railway carriage, whose c... | putting them out later; the smell of tobacco and the sound of spitting arose from third-class passengers in dark corners; heads were unshrouded, teeth cleaned on the twigs of a tree. So convinced was a junior official that another sun would rise, that he rang a bell with enthusiasm. This upset the servants. They shriek... | ham. But over ham Aziz' own religion raised its voice: he did not fancy other people eating ham. Trouble after trouble encountered him, because he had challenged the spirit of the Indian earth, which tries to keep men in compartments. At last the moment arrived. His friends thought him most unwise to mix himself up wit... | train was starting, and ran to both ends of it to intercede. Much had still to enter the purdah carriage a box bound with brass, a melon wearing a fez, a towel containing guavas, a step-ladder and a gun. The guests played up all right. They had no race-consciousness Mrs. Moore was too old, Miss Quested too new and they... | A Passage To India |
"Tell me another time, brother, when I have more leisure, for now, as I have already explained, we have to give pleasure to non-Moslems. Three will be Europeans, one a Hindu, which must not be forgotten. Every attention must be paid to Professor Godbole, lest he feel that he is inferior to my other guests." | Dr. Aziz | he began an indecent anecdote.<|quote|>"Tell me another time, brother, when I have more leisure, for now, as I have already explained, we have to give pleasure to non-Moslems. Three will be Europeans, one a Hindu, which must not be forgotten. Every attention must be paid to Professor Godbole, lest he feel that he is in... | him. Elated by his importance, he began an indecent anecdote.<|quote|>"Tell me another time, brother, when I have more leisure, for now, as I have already explained, we have to give pleasure to non-Moslems. Three will be Europeans, one a Hindu, which must not be forgotten. Every attention must be paid to Professor Godb... | two practical jokes at the caves not out of unkindness, but to make the guests laugh. The old man assented with slight sideway motions of the head: he was always willing to be ridiculed, and he bade Aziz not spare him. Elated by his importance, he began an indecent anecdote.<|quote|>"Tell me another time, brother, when... | the hour of departure approached. Mohammed Latif had bribed Antony not to come. They walked up and down the platform, talking usefully. They agreed that they had overdone the servants, and must leave two or three behind at Marabar station. And Aziz explained that he might be playing one or two practical jokes at the ca... | nearly as stupid as you think, and awfully poor. It's lucky ours is a large family." He flung an arm round the grubby neck. "But you get inside, make yourselves at home; yes, you lie down." The celebrated Oriental confusion appeared at last to be at an end. "Excuse me, now I must meet our other two guests!" He was gett... | to arrive with Mr. Fielding, instead of which they trusted themselves to be with him a few moments alone. "Send back your servant," he suggested. "He is unnecessary. Then we shall all be Moslems together." "And he is such a horrible servant. Antony, you can go; we don't want you," said the girl impatiently. "Master tol... | suddenly happy. "But you've come, after all. Oh how very very kind of you!" he cried. "This is the happiest moment in all my life." The ladies were civil. It was not the happiest moment in their lives, still, they looked forward to enjoying themselves as soon as the bother of the early start was over. They had not seen... | old man? We will have great jokes with him later. He does all sorts of little things. He is not nearly as stupid as you think, and awfully poor. It's lucky ours is a large family." He flung an arm round the grubby neck. "But you get inside, make yourselves at home; yes, you lie down." The celebrated Oriental confusion ... | A Passage To India |
"That will be kind of you; but the servants are even more important. We must not convey an impression of disorganization. It can be done, and I expect you to do it . . ." | Dr. Aziz | will discuss philosophy with him."<|quote|>"That will be kind of you; but the servants are even more important. We must not convey an impression of disorganization. It can be done, and I expect you to do it . . ."</|quote|>A shriek from the purdah | to my other guests." "I will discuss philosophy with him."<|quote|>"That will be kind of you; but the servants are even more important. We must not convey an impression of disorganization. It can be done, and I expect you to do it . . ."</|quote|>A shriek from the purdah carriage. The train had started. | now, as I have already explained, we have to give pleasure to non-Moslems. Three will be Europeans, one a Hindu, which must not be forgotten. Every attention must be paid to Professor Godbole, lest he feel that he is inferior to my other guests." "I will discuss philosophy with him."<|quote|>"That will be kind of you; ... | to make the guests laugh. The old man assented with slight sideway motions of the head: he was always willing to be ridiculed, and he bade Aziz not spare him. Elated by his importance, he began an indecent anecdote. "Tell me another time, brother, when I have more leisure, for now, as I have already explained, we have ... | nervous again, for it was ten minutes to the time. Still, Fielding was an Englishman, and they never do miss trains, and Godbole was a Hindu and did not count, and, soothed by this logic, he grew calmer as the hour of departure approached. Mohammed Latif had bribed Antony not to come. They walked up and down the platfo... | you to go." "Master says, keep near the ladies all the morning." "Well, your ladies won't have you." She turned to the host. "Do get rid of him, Dr. Aziz!" "Mohammed Latif!" he called. The poor relative exchanged fezzes with the melon, and peeped out of the window of the railway carriage, whose confusion he was superin... | since the expedition was arranged, and they thanked him adequately. "You don't require tickets please stop your servant. There are no tickets on the Marabar branch line; it is its peculiarity. You come to the carriage and rest till Mr. Fielding joins us. Did you know you are to travel purdah? Will you like that?" They ... | a horrible servant. Antony, you can go; we don't want you," said the girl impatiently. "Master told me to come." "Mistress tells you to go." "Master says, keep near the ladies all the morning." "Well, your ladies won't have you." She turned to the host. "Do get rid of him, Dr. Aziz!" "Mohammed Latif!" he called. The po... | A Passage To India |
A shriek from the purdah carriage. The train had started. | No speaker | do it . . ."<|quote|>A shriek from the purdah carriage. The train had started.</|quote|>"Merciful God!" cried Mohammed Latif. | and I expect you to do it . . ."<|quote|>A shriek from the purdah carriage. The train had started.</|quote|>"Merciful God!" cried Mohammed Latif. He flung himself at the | feel that he is inferior to my other guests." "I will discuss philosophy with him." "That will be kind of you; but the servants are even more important. We must not convey an impression of disorganization. It can be done, and I expect you to do it . . ."<|quote|>A shriek from the purdah carriage. The train had started.... | began an indecent anecdote. "Tell me another time, brother, when I have more leisure, for now, as I have already explained, we have to give pleasure to non-Moslems. Three will be Europeans, one a Hindu, which must not be forgotten. Every attention must be paid to Professor Godbole, lest he feel that he is inferior to m... | he grew calmer as the hour of departure approached. Mohammed Latif had bribed Antony not to come. They walked up and down the platform, talking usefully. They agreed that they had overdone the servants, and must leave two or three behind at Marabar station. And Aziz explained that he might be playing one or two practic... | poor relative exchanged fezzes with the melon, and peeped out of the window of the railway carriage, whose confusion he was superintending. "Here is my cousin, Mr. Mohammed Latif. Oh no, don't shake hands. He is an Indian of the old-fashioned sort, he prefers to salaam. There, I told you so. Mohammed Latif, how beautif... | carriage and rest till Mr. Fielding joins us. Did you know you are to travel purdah? Will you like that?" They replied that they should like it. The train had come in, and a crowd of dependents were swarming over the seats of the carriage like monkeys. Aziz had borrowed servants from his friends, as well as bringing hi... | enthusiasm. This upset the servants. They shrieked that the train was starting, and ran to both ends of it to intercede. Much had still to enter the purdah carriage a box bound with brass, a melon wearing a fez, a towel containing guavas, a step-ladder and a gun. The guests played up all right. They had no race-conscio... | A Passage To India |
cried Mohammed Latif. He flung himself at the train, and leapt on to the footboard of a carriage. Aziz did likewise. It was an easy feat, for a branch-line train is slow to assume special airs. | No speaker | train had started. "Merciful God!"<|quote|>cried Mohammed Latif. He flung himself at the train, and leapt on to the footboard of a carriage. Aziz did likewise. It was an easy feat, for a branch-line train is slow to assume special airs.</|quote|>"We're monkeys, don't worry," he | from the purdah carriage. The train had started. "Merciful God!"<|quote|>cried Mohammed Latif. He flung himself at the train, and leapt on to the footboard of a carriage. Aziz did likewise. It was an easy feat, for a branch-line train is slow to assume special airs.</|quote|>"We're monkeys, don't worry," he called, han... | philosophy with him." "That will be kind of you; but the servants are even more important. We must not convey an impression of disorganization. It can be done, and I expect you to do it . . ." A shriek from the purdah carriage. The train had started. "Merciful God!"<|quote|>cried Mohammed Latif. He flung himself at the... | more leisure, for now, as I have already explained, we have to give pleasure to non-Moslems. Three will be Europeans, one a Hindu, which must not be forgotten. Every attention must be paid to Professor Godbole, lest he feel that he is inferior to my other guests." "I will discuss philosophy with him." "That will be kin... | bribed Antony not to come. They walked up and down the platform, talking usefully. They agreed that they had overdone the servants, and must leave two or three behind at Marabar station. And Aziz explained that he might be playing one or two practical jokes at the caves not out of unkindness, but to make the guests lau... | window of the railway carriage, whose confusion he was superintending. "Here is my cousin, Mr. Mohammed Latif. Oh no, don't shake hands. He is an Indian of the old-fashioned sort, he prefers to salaam. There, I told you so. Mohammed Latif, how beautifully you salaam. See, he hasn't understood; he knows no English." "Yo... | are to travel purdah? Will you like that?" They replied that they should like it. The train had come in, and a crowd of dependents were swarming over the seats of the carriage like monkeys. Aziz had borrowed servants from his friends, as well as bringing his own three, and quarrels over precedence were resulting. The l... | he prefers to salaam. There, I told you so. Mohammed Latif, how beautifully you salaam. See, he hasn't understood; he knows no English." "You spick lie," said the old man gently. "I spick a lie! Oh, jolly good. Isn't he a funny old man? We will have great jokes with him later. He does all sorts of little things. He is ... | A Passage To India |
"We're monkeys, don't worry," | Dr. Aziz | slow to assume special airs.<|quote|>"We're monkeys, don't worry,"</|quote|>he called, hanging on to | for a branch-line train is slow to assume special airs.<|quote|>"We're monkeys, don't worry,"</|quote|>he called, hanging on to a bar and laughing. Then | . ." A shriek from the purdah carriage. The train had started. "Merciful God!" cried Mohammed Latif. He flung himself at the train, and leapt on to the footboard of a carriage. Aziz did likewise. It was an easy feat, for a branch-line train is slow to assume special airs.<|quote|>"We're monkeys, don't worry,"</|quote|>... | lest he feel that he is inferior to my other guests." "I will discuss philosophy with him." "That will be kind of you; but the servants are even more important. We must not convey an impression of disorganization. It can be done, and I expect you to do it . . ." A shriek from the purdah carriage. The train had started.... | he might be playing one or two practical jokes at the caves not out of unkindness, but to make the guests laugh. The old man assented with slight sideway motions of the head: he was always willing to be ridiculed, and he bade Aziz not spare him. Elated by his importance, he began an indecent anecdote. "Tell me another ... | told you so. Mohammed Latif, how beautifully you salaam. See, he hasn't understood; he knows no English." "You spick lie," said the old man gently. "I spick a lie! Oh, jolly good. Isn't he a funny old man? We will have great jokes with him later. He does all sorts of little things. He is not nearly as stupid as you thi... | had borrowed servants from his friends, as well as bringing his own three, and quarrels over precedence were resulting. The ladies' servant stood apart, with a sneering expression on his face. They had hired him while they were still globe-trotters, at Bombay. In a hotel or among smart people he was excellent, but as s... | later. He does all sorts of little things. He is not nearly as stupid as you think, and awfully poor. It's lucky ours is a large family." He flung an arm round the grubby neck. "But you get inside, make yourselves at home; yes, you lie down." The celebrated Oriental confusion appeared at last to be at an end. "Excuse m... | A Passage To India |
he called, hanging on to a bar and laughing. Then he howled, | No speaker | airs. "We're monkeys, don't worry,"<|quote|>he called, hanging on to a bar and laughing. Then he howled,</|quote|>"Mr. Fielding! Mr. Fielding!" There | is slow to assume special airs. "We're monkeys, don't worry,"<|quote|>he called, hanging on to a bar and laughing. Then he howled,</|quote|>"Mr. Fielding! Mr. Fielding!" There were Fielding and old Godbole, | from the purdah carriage. The train had started. "Merciful God!" cried Mohammed Latif. He flung himself at the train, and leapt on to the footboard of a carriage. Aziz did likewise. It was an easy feat, for a branch-line train is slow to assume special airs. "We're monkeys, don't worry,"<|quote|>he called, hanging on t... | he is inferior to my other guests." "I will discuss philosophy with him." "That will be kind of you; but the servants are even more important. We must not convey an impression of disorganization. It can be done, and I expect you to do it . . ." A shriek from the purdah carriage. The train had started. "Merciful God!" c... | one or two practical jokes at the caves not out of unkindness, but to make the guests laugh. The old man assented with slight sideway motions of the head: he was always willing to be ridiculed, and he bade Aziz not spare him. Elated by his importance, he began an indecent anecdote. "Tell me another time, brother, when ... | Latif, how beautifully you salaam. See, he hasn't understood; he knows no English." "You spick lie," said the old man gently. "I spick a lie! Oh, jolly good. Isn't he a funny old man? We will have great jokes with him later. He does all sorts of little things. He is not nearly as stupid as you think, and awfully poor. ... | his friends, as well as bringing his own three, and quarrels over precedence were resulting. The ladies' servant stood apart, with a sneering expression on his face. They had hired him while they were still globe-trotters, at Bombay. In a hotel or among smart people he was excellent, but as soon as they consorted with ... | is unnecessary. Then we shall all be Moslems together." "And he is such a horrible servant. Antony, you can go; we don't want you," said the girl impatiently. "Master told me to come." "Mistress tells you to go." "Master says, keep near the ladies all the morning." "Well, your ladies won't have you." She turned to the ... | A Passage To India |
"Mr. Fielding! Mr. Fielding!" | Dr. Aziz | and laughing. Then he howled,<|quote|>"Mr. Fielding! Mr. Fielding!"</|quote|>There were Fielding and old | hanging on to a bar and laughing. Then he howled,<|quote|>"Mr. Fielding! Mr. Fielding!"</|quote|>There were Fielding and old Godbole, held up at the | Latif. He flung himself at the train, and leapt on to the footboard of a carriage. Aziz did likewise. It was an easy feat, for a branch-line train is slow to assume special airs. "We're monkeys, don't worry," he called, hanging on to a bar and laughing. Then he howled,<|quote|>"Mr. Fielding! Mr. Fielding!"</|quote|>The... | him." "That will be kind of you; but the servants are even more important. We must not convey an impression of disorganization. It can be done, and I expect you to do it . . ." A shriek from the purdah carriage. The train had started. "Merciful God!" cried Mohammed Latif. He flung himself at the train, and leapt on to ... | but to make the guests laugh. The old man assented with slight sideway motions of the head: he was always willing to be ridiculed, and he bade Aziz not spare him. Elated by his importance, he began an indecent anecdote. "Tell me another time, brother, when I have more leisure, for now, as I have already explained, we h... | English." "You spick lie," said the old man gently. "I spick a lie! Oh, jolly good. Isn't he a funny old man? We will have great jokes with him later. He does all sorts of little things. He is not nearly as stupid as you think, and awfully poor. It's lucky ours is a large family." He flung an arm round the grubby neck.... | precedence were resulting. The ladies' servant stood apart, with a sneering expression on his face. They had hired him while they were still globe-trotters, at Bombay. In a hotel or among smart people he was excellent, but as soon as they consorted with anyone whom he thought second-rate he left them to their disgrace.... | This moved him deeply. He had expected them to arrive with Mr. Fielding, instead of which they trusted themselves to be with him a few moments alone. "Send back your servant," he suggested. "He is unnecessary. Then we shall all be Moslems together." "And he is such a horrible servant. Antony, you can go; we don't want ... | A Passage To India |
There were Fielding and old Godbole, held up at the level-crossing. Appalling catastrophe! The gates had been closed earlier than usual. They leapt from their tonga; they gesticulated, but what was the good. So near and yet so far! As the train joggled past over the points, there was time for agonized words. | No speaker | howled, "Mr. Fielding! Mr. Fielding!"<|quote|>There were Fielding and old Godbole, held up at the level-crossing. Appalling catastrophe! The gates had been closed earlier than usual. They leapt from their tonga; they gesticulated, but what was the good. So near and yet so far! As the train joggled past over the points,... | bar and laughing. Then he howled, "Mr. Fielding! Mr. Fielding!"<|quote|>There were Fielding and old Godbole, held up at the level-crossing. Appalling catastrophe! The gates had been closed earlier than usual. They leapt from their tonga; they gesticulated, but what was the good. So near and yet so far! As the train jog... | at the train, and leapt on to the footboard of a carriage. Aziz did likewise. It was an easy feat, for a branch-line train is slow to assume special airs. "We're monkeys, don't worry," he called, hanging on to a bar and laughing. Then he howled, "Mr. Fielding! Mr. Fielding!"<|quote|>There were Fielding and old Godbole,... | kind of you; but the servants are even more important. We must not convey an impression of disorganization. It can be done, and I expect you to do it . . ." A shriek from the purdah carriage. The train had started. "Merciful God!" cried Mohammed Latif. He flung himself at the train, and leapt on to the footboard of a c... | guests laugh. The old man assented with slight sideway motions of the head: he was always willing to be ridiculed, and he bade Aziz not spare him. Elated by his importance, he began an indecent anecdote. "Tell me another time, brother, when I have more leisure, for now, as I have already explained, we have to give plea... | said the old man gently. "I spick a lie! Oh, jolly good. Isn't he a funny old man? We will have great jokes with him later. He does all sorts of little things. He is not nearly as stupid as you think, and awfully poor. It's lucky ours is a large family." He flung an arm round the grubby neck. "But you get inside, make ... | ladies' servant stood apart, with a sneering expression on his face. They had hired him while they were still globe-trotters, at Bombay. In a hotel or among smart people he was excellent, but as soon as they consorted with anyone whom he thought second-rate he left them to their disgrace. The night was still dark, but ... | time. Still, Fielding was an Englishman, and they never do miss trains, and Godbole was a Hindu and did not count, and, soothed by this logic, he grew calmer as the hour of departure approached. Mohammed Latif had bribed Antony not to come. They walked up and down the platform, talking usefully. They agreed that they h... | A Passage To India |
"Bad, bad, you have destroyed me." | _unknowable | was time for agonized words.<|quote|>"Bad, bad, you have destroyed me."</|quote|>"Godbole's pujah did it," cried | past over the points, there was time for agonized words.<|quote|>"Bad, bad, you have destroyed me."</|quote|>"Godbole's pujah did it," cried the Englishman. The Brahman lowered | and old Godbole, held up at the level-crossing. Appalling catastrophe! The gates had been closed earlier than usual. They leapt from their tonga; they gesticulated, but what was the good. So near and yet so far! As the train joggled past over the points, there was time for agonized words.<|quote|>"Bad, bad, you have de... | and leapt on to the footboard of a carriage. Aziz did likewise. It was an easy feat, for a branch-line train is slow to assume special airs. "We're monkeys, don't worry," he called, hanging on to a bar and laughing. Then he howled, "Mr. Fielding! Mr. Fielding!" There were Fielding and old Godbole, held up at the level-... | we have to give pleasure to non-Moslems. Three will be Europeans, one a Hindu, which must not be forgotten. Every attention must be paid to Professor Godbole, lest he feel that he is inferior to my other guests." "I will discuss philosophy with him." "That will be kind of you; but the servants are even more important. ... | flung an arm round the grubby neck. "But you get inside, make yourselves at home; yes, you lie down." The celebrated Oriental confusion appeared at last to be at an end. "Excuse me, now I must meet our other two guests!" He was getting nervous again, for it was ten minutes to the time. Still, Fielding was an Englishman... | still dark, but had acquired the temporary look that indicates its end. Perched on the roof of a shed, the station-master's hens began to dream of kites instead of owls. Lamps were put out, in order to save the trouble of putting them out later; the smell of tobacco and the sound of spitting arose from third-class pass... | turned to the host. "Do get rid of him, Dr. Aziz!" "Mohammed Latif!" he called. The poor relative exchanged fezzes with the melon, and peeped out of the window of the railway carriage, whose confusion he was superintending. "Here is my cousin, Mr. Mohammed Latif. Oh no, don't shake hands. He is an Indian of the old-fas... | A Passage To India |
"Godbole's pujah did it," | Cyril Fielding | bad, you have destroyed me."<|quote|>"Godbole's pujah did it,"</|quote|>cried the Englishman. The Brahman | time for agonized words. "Bad, bad, you have destroyed me."<|quote|>"Godbole's pujah did it,"</|quote|>cried the Englishman. The Brahman lowered his eyes, ashamed of | the level-crossing. Appalling catastrophe! The gates had been closed earlier than usual. They leapt from their tonga; they gesticulated, but what was the good. So near and yet so far! As the train joggled past over the points, there was time for agonized words. "Bad, bad, you have destroyed me."<|quote|>"Godbole's puja... | of a carriage. Aziz did likewise. It was an easy feat, for a branch-line train is slow to assume special airs. "We're monkeys, don't worry," he called, hanging on to a bar and laughing. Then he howled, "Mr. Fielding! Mr. Fielding!" There were Fielding and old Godbole, held up at the level-crossing. Appalling catastroph... | non-Moslems. Three will be Europeans, one a Hindu, which must not be forgotten. Every attention must be paid to Professor Godbole, lest he feel that he is inferior to my other guests." "I will discuss philosophy with him." "That will be kind of you; but the servants are even more important. We must not convey an impres... | neck. "But you get inside, make yourselves at home; yes, you lie down." The celebrated Oriental confusion appeared at last to be at an end. "Excuse me, now I must meet our other two guests!" He was getting nervous again, for it was ten minutes to the time. Still, Fielding was an Englishman, and they never do miss train... | temporary look that indicates its end. Perched on the roof of a shed, the station-master's hens began to dream of kites instead of owls. Lamps were put out, in order to save the trouble of putting them out later; the smell of tobacco and the sound of spitting arose from third-class passengers in dark corners; heads wer... | poor relative exchanged fezzes with the melon, and peeped out of the window of the railway carriage, whose confusion he was superintending. "Here is my cousin, Mr. Mohammed Latif. Oh no, don't shake hands. He is an Indian of the old-fashioned sort, he prefers to salaam. There, I told you so. Mohammed Latif, how beautif... | A Passage To India |
cried the Englishman. The Brahman lowered his eyes, ashamed of religion. For it was so: he had miscalculated the length of a prayer. | No speaker | me." "Godbole's pujah did it,"<|quote|>cried the Englishman. The Brahman lowered his eyes, ashamed of religion. For it was so: he had miscalculated the length of a prayer.</|quote|>"Jump on, I must have | "Bad, bad, you have destroyed me." "Godbole's pujah did it,"<|quote|>cried the Englishman. The Brahman lowered his eyes, ashamed of religion. For it was so: he had miscalculated the length of a prayer.</|quote|>"Jump on, I must have you," screamed Aziz, beside himself. | The gates had been closed earlier than usual. They leapt from their tonga; they gesticulated, but what was the good. So near and yet so far! As the train joggled past over the points, there was time for agonized words. "Bad, bad, you have destroyed me." "Godbole's pujah did it,"<|quote|>cried the Englishman. The Brahma... | did likewise. It was an easy feat, for a branch-line train is slow to assume special airs. "We're monkeys, don't worry," he called, hanging on to a bar and laughing. Then he howled, "Mr. Fielding! Mr. Fielding!" There were Fielding and old Godbole, held up at the level-crossing. Appalling catastrophe! The gates had bee... | Europeans, one a Hindu, which must not be forgotten. Every attention must be paid to Professor Godbole, lest he feel that he is inferior to my other guests." "I will discuss philosophy with him." "That will be kind of you; but the servants are even more important. We must not convey an impression of disorganization. It... | inside, make yourselves at home; yes, you lie down." The celebrated Oriental confusion appeared at last to be at an end. "Excuse me, now I must meet our other two guests!" He was getting nervous again, for it was ten minutes to the time. Still, Fielding was an Englishman, and they never do miss trains, and Godbole was ... | its end. Perched on the roof of a shed, the station-master's hens began to dream of kites instead of owls. Lamps were put out, in order to save the trouble of putting them out later; the smell of tobacco and the sound of spitting arose from third-class passengers in dark corners; heads were unshrouded, teeth cleaned on... | There, I told you so. Mohammed Latif, how beautifully you salaam. See, he hasn't understood; he knows no English." "You spick lie," said the old man gently. "I spick a lie! Oh, jolly good. Isn't he a funny old man? We will have great jokes with him later. He does all sorts of little things. He is not nearly as stupid a... | A Passage To India |
"Jump on, I must have you," | Dr. Aziz | the length of a prayer.<|quote|>"Jump on, I must have you,"</|quote|>screamed Aziz, beside himself. "Right, | was so: he had miscalculated the length of a prayer.<|quote|>"Jump on, I must have you,"</|quote|>screamed Aziz, beside himself. "Right, give a hand." "He's not | yet so far! As the train joggled past over the points, there was time for agonized words. "Bad, bad, you have destroyed me." "Godbole's pujah did it," cried the Englishman. The Brahman lowered his eyes, ashamed of religion. For it was so: he had miscalculated the length of a prayer.<|quote|>"Jump on, I must have you,"<... | hanging on to a bar and laughing. Then he howled, "Mr. Fielding! Mr. Fielding!" There were Fielding and old Godbole, held up at the level-crossing. Appalling catastrophe! The gates had been closed earlier than usual. They leapt from their tonga; they gesticulated, but what was the good. So near and yet so far! As the t... | inferior to my other guests." "I will discuss philosophy with him." "That will be kind of you; but the servants are even more important. We must not convey an impression of disorganization. It can be done, and I expect you to do it . . ." A shriek from the purdah carriage. The train had started. "Merciful God!" cried M... | now I must meet our other two guests!" He was getting nervous again, for it was ten minutes to the time. Still, Fielding was an Englishman, and they never do miss trains, and Godbole was a Hindu and did not count, and, soothed by this logic, he grew calmer as the hour of departure approached. Mohammed Latif had bribed ... | out, in order to save the trouble of putting them out later; the smell of tobacco and the sound of spitting arose from third-class passengers in dark corners; heads were unshrouded, teeth cleaned on the twigs of a tree. So convinced was a junior official that another sun would rise, that he rang a bell with enthusiasm.... | old man assented with slight sideway motions of the head: he was always willing to be ridiculed, and he bade Aziz not spare him. Elated by his importance, he began an indecent anecdote. "Tell me another time, brother, when I have more leisure, for now, as I have already explained, we have to give pleasure to non-Moslem... | A Passage To India |
screamed Aziz, beside himself. | No speaker | on, I must have you,"<|quote|>screamed Aziz, beside himself.</|quote|>"Right, give a hand." "He's | length of a prayer. "Jump on, I must have you,"<|quote|>screamed Aziz, beside himself.</|quote|>"Right, give a hand." "He's not to, he'll kill himself," | joggled past over the points, there was time for agonized words. "Bad, bad, you have destroyed me." "Godbole's pujah did it," cried the Englishman. The Brahman lowered his eyes, ashamed of religion. For it was so: he had miscalculated the length of a prayer. "Jump on, I must have you,"<|quote|>screamed Aziz, beside him... | laughing. Then he howled, "Mr. Fielding! Mr. Fielding!" There were Fielding and old Godbole, held up at the level-crossing. Appalling catastrophe! The gates had been closed earlier than usual. They leapt from their tonga; they gesticulated, but what was the good. So near and yet so far! As the train joggled past over t... | will discuss philosophy with him." "That will be kind of you; but the servants are even more important. We must not convey an impression of disorganization. It can be done, and I expect you to do it . . ." A shriek from the purdah carriage. The train had started. "Merciful God!" cried Mohammed Latif. He flung himself a... | two guests!" He was getting nervous again, for it was ten minutes to the time. Still, Fielding was an Englishman, and they never do miss trains, and Godbole was a Hindu and did not count, and, soothed by this logic, he grew calmer as the hour of departure approached. Mohammed Latif had bribed Antony not to come. They w... | trouble of putting them out later; the smell of tobacco and the sound of spitting arose from third-class passengers in dark corners; heads were unshrouded, teeth cleaned on the twigs of a tree. So convinced was a junior official that another sun would rise, that he rang a bell with enthusiasm. This upset the servants. ... | cousin, Mr. Mohammed Latif. Oh no, don't shake hands. He is an Indian of the old-fashioned sort, he prefers to salaam. There, I told you so. Mohammed Latif, how beautifully you salaam. See, he hasn't understood; he knows no English." "You spick lie," said the old man gently. "I spick a lie! Oh, jolly good. Isn't he a f... | A Passage To India |
"Right, give a hand." | Cyril Fielding | you," screamed Aziz, beside himself.<|quote|>"Right, give a hand."</|quote|>"He's not to, he'll kill | "Jump on, I must have you," screamed Aziz, beside himself.<|quote|>"Right, give a hand."</|quote|>"He's not to, he'll kill himself," Mrs. Moore protested. He | points, there was time for agonized words. "Bad, bad, you have destroyed me." "Godbole's pujah did it," cried the Englishman. The Brahman lowered his eyes, ashamed of religion. For it was so: he had miscalculated the length of a prayer. "Jump on, I must have you," screamed Aziz, beside himself.<|quote|>"Right, give a h... | "Mr. Fielding! Mr. Fielding!" There were Fielding and old Godbole, held up at the level-crossing. Appalling catastrophe! The gates had been closed earlier than usual. They leapt from their tonga; they gesticulated, but what was the good. So near and yet so far! As the train joggled past over the points, there was time ... | him." "That will be kind of you; but the servants are even more important. We must not convey an impression of disorganization. It can be done, and I expect you to do it . . ." A shriek from the purdah carriage. The train had started. "Merciful God!" cried Mohammed Latif. He flung himself at the train, and leapt on to ... | getting nervous again, for it was ten minutes to the time. Still, Fielding was an Englishman, and they never do miss trains, and Godbole was a Hindu and did not count, and, soothed by this logic, he grew calmer as the hour of departure approached. Mohammed Latif had bribed Antony not to come. They walked up and down th... | out later; the smell of tobacco and the sound of spitting arose from third-class passengers in dark corners; heads were unshrouded, teeth cleaned on the twigs of a tree. So convinced was a junior official that another sun would rise, that he rang a bell with enthusiasm. This upset the servants. They shrieked that the t... | began an indecent anecdote. "Tell me another time, brother, when I have more leisure, for now, as I have already explained, we have to give pleasure to non-Moslems. Three will be Europeans, one a Hindu, which must not be forgotten. Every attention must be paid to Professor Godbole, lest he feel that he is inferior to m... | A Passage To India |
"He's not to, he'll kill himself," | Mrs. Moore | himself. "Right, give a hand."<|quote|>"He's not to, he'll kill himself,"</|quote|>Mrs. Moore protested. He jumped, | have you," screamed Aziz, beside himself. "Right, give a hand."<|quote|>"He's not to, he'll kill himself,"</|quote|>Mrs. Moore protested. He jumped, he failed, missed his friend's | for agonized words. "Bad, bad, you have destroyed me." "Godbole's pujah did it," cried the Englishman. The Brahman lowered his eyes, ashamed of religion. For it was so: he had miscalculated the length of a prayer. "Jump on, I must have you," screamed Aziz, beside himself. "Right, give a hand."<|quote|>"He's not to, he'... | There were Fielding and old Godbole, held up at the level-crossing. Appalling catastrophe! The gates had been closed earlier than usual. They leapt from their tonga; they gesticulated, but what was the good. So near and yet so far! As the train joggled past over the points, there was time for agonized words. "Bad, bad,... | kind of you; but the servants are even more important. We must not convey an impression of disorganization. It can be done, and I expect you to do it . . ." A shriek from the purdah carriage. The train had started. "Merciful God!" cried Mohammed Latif. He flung himself at the train, and leapt on to the footboard of a c... | it was ten minutes to the time. Still, Fielding was an Englishman, and they never do miss trains, and Godbole was a Hindu and did not count, and, soothed by this logic, he grew calmer as the hour of departure approached. Mohammed Latif had bribed Antony not to come. They walked up and down the platform, talking usefull... | of tobacco and the sound of spitting arose from third-class passengers in dark corners; heads were unshrouded, teeth cleaned on the twigs of a tree. So convinced was a junior official that another sun would rise, that he rang a bell with enthusiasm. This upset the servants. They shrieked that the train was starting, an... | the grubby neck. "But you get inside, make yourselves at home; yes, you lie down." The celebrated Oriental confusion appeared at last to be at an end. "Excuse me, now I must meet our other two guests!" He was getting nervous again, for it was ten minutes to the time. Still, Fielding was an Englishman, and they never do... | A Passage To India |
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