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Mrs. Moore protested. He jumped, he failed, missed his friend's hand, and fell back on to the line. The train rumbled past. He scrambled on to his feet, and bawled after them, | No speaker | not to, he'll kill himself,"<|quote|>Mrs. Moore protested. He jumped, he failed, missed his friend's hand, and fell back on to the line. The train rumbled past. He scrambled on to his feet, and bawled after them,</|quote|>"I'm all right, you're all | "Right, give a hand." "He's not to, he'll kill himself,"<|quote|>Mrs. Moore protested. He jumped, he failed, missed his friend's hand, and fell back on to the line. The train rumbled past. He scrambled on to his feet, and bawled after them,</|quote|>"I'm all right, you're all right, don't worry," and then | 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." "He's not to, he'll kill himself,"<|quote|>Mrs. Moore protes... | 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, you have destroyed me." "Godbole's p... | 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 carriage. Aziz did likewise. It... | 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... | 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, and ran to both ends of it to ... | 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 a Hindu and did not count, and, soothed by this logic, he grew calmer as the hour of departure a... | A Passage To India |
"I'm all right, you're all right, don't worry," | Cyril Fielding | feet, and bawled after them,<|quote|>"I'm all right, you're all right, don't worry,"</|quote|>and then they passed beyond | He scrambled on to his feet, and bawled after them,<|quote|>"I'm all right, you're all right, don't worry,"</|quote|>and then they passed beyond range of his voice. "Mrs. | I must have you," screamed Aziz, beside himself. "Right, give a hand." "He's not to, he'll kill himself," Mrs. Moore protested. He jumped, he failed, missed his friend's hand, and fell back on to the line. The train rumbled past. He scrambled on to his feet, and bawled after them,<|quote|>"I'm all right, you're all rig... | 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. "Jump on, I must have you," screamed Aziz, ... | 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," he called, hanging on to a bar and laughing. Then he howl... | 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 caves not o... | 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-ladder and a gun. The guests played up all right. They ha... | 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 had overdone the servants, and must leave two or three behind at Marabar ... | A Passage To India |
and then they passed beyond range of his voice. | No speaker | you're all right, don't worry,"<|quote|>and then they passed beyond range of his voice.</|quote|>"Mrs. Moore, Miss Quested, our | after them, "I'm all right, you're all right, don't worry,"<|quote|>and then they passed beyond range of his voice.</|quote|>"Mrs. Moore, Miss Quested, our expedition is a ruin." He | "Right, give a hand." "He's not to, he'll kill himself," Mrs. Moore protested. He jumped, he failed, missed his friend's hand, and fell back on to the line. The train rumbled past. He scrambled on to his feet, and bawled after them, "I'm all right, you're all right, don't worry,"<|quote|>and then they passed beyond ran... | 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. "Right, give a hand." "H... | 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, "Mr. Fielding! Mr. Fielding!" There were Fielding ... | 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 laugh. The old ma... | 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-consciousness Mrs. Moore was too o... | 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. It's lucky ours is a large family." He flung an arm round the ... | A Passage To India |
"Mrs. Moore, Miss Quested, our expedition is a ruin." | Dr. Aziz | beyond range of his voice.<|quote|>"Mrs. Moore, Miss Quested, our expedition is a ruin."</|quote|>He swung himself along the | worry," and then they passed beyond range of his voice.<|quote|>"Mrs. Moore, Miss Quested, our expedition is a ruin."</|quote|>He swung himself along the footboard, almost in tears. "Get | himself," Mrs. Moore protested. He jumped, he failed, missed his friend's hand, and fell back on to the line. The train rumbled past. He scrambled on to his feet, and bawled after them, "I'm all right, you're all right, don't worry," and then they passed beyond range of his voice.<|quote|>"Mrs. Moore, Miss Quested, our... | 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." "He's not to, he'll kill himself," Mrs. Moore protested.... | 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-crossing. ... | 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 laugh. The old man assented with slight sideway motions of... | 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... | 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 have great jokes with him later. He does all sorts ... | A Passage To India |
He swung himself along the footboard, almost in tears. | No speaker | our expedition is a ruin."<|quote|>He swung himself along the footboard, almost in tears.</|quote|>"Get in, get in; you'll | voice. "Mrs. Moore, Miss Quested, our expedition is a ruin."<|quote|>He swung himself along the footboard, almost in tears.</|quote|>"Get in, get in; you'll kill yourself as well as | his friend's hand, and fell back on to the line. The train rumbled past. He scrambled on to his feet, and bawled after them, "I'm all right, you're all right, don't worry," and then they passed beyond range of his voice. "Mrs. Moore, Miss Quested, our expedition is a ruin."<|quote|>He swung himself along the footboard,... | 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." "He's not to, he'll kill himself," Mrs. Moore protested. He jumped, he failed, missed his friend's hand, and fel... | 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 been cl... | 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 laugh. The old man assented with slight sideway motions of the head: he was always willing to be ridiculed, and he bade A... | 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 been kind to them in ... | 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-Moslems. Three will be Europ... | A Passage To India |
"Get in, get in; you'll kill yourself as well as Mr. Fielding. I see no ruin." | Mrs. Moore | the footboard, almost in tears.<|quote|>"Get in, get in; you'll kill yourself as well as Mr. Fielding. I see no ruin."</|quote|>"How is that? Oh, explain | ruin." He swung himself along the footboard, almost in tears.<|quote|>"Get in, get in; you'll kill yourself as well as Mr. Fielding. I see no ruin."</|quote|>"How is that? Oh, explain to me!" he said piteously, | line. The train rumbled past. He scrambled on to his feet, and bawled after them, "I'm all right, you're all right, don't worry," and then they passed beyond range of his voice. "Mrs. Moore, Miss Quested, our expedition is a ruin." He swung himself along the footboard, almost in tears.<|quote|>"Get in, get in; you'll k... | 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." "He's not to, he'll kill himself," Mrs. Moore protested. He jumped, he failed, missed his friend's hand, and fell back on to the line. The train rumbled past. He scrambl... | 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 been closed earlier than usual. They leapt from their to... | 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 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 b... | 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 had ex... | 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... | A Passage To India |
"How is that? Oh, explain to me!" | Dr. Aziz | Fielding. I see no ruin."<|quote|>"How is that? Oh, explain to me!"</|quote|>he said piteously, like a | yourself as well as Mr. Fielding. I see no ruin."<|quote|>"How is that? Oh, explain to me!"</|quote|>he said piteously, like a child. "We shall be all | all right, you're all right, don't worry," and then they passed beyond range of his voice. "Mrs. Moore, Miss Quested, our expedition is a ruin." He swung himself along the footboard, almost in tears. "Get in, get in; you'll kill yourself as well as Mr. Fielding. I see no ruin."<|quote|>"How is that? Oh, explain to me!"... | must have you," screamed Aziz, beside himself. "Right, give a hand." "He's not to, he'll kill himself," Mrs. Moore protested. He jumped, he failed, missed his friend's hand, and fell back on to the line. The train rumbled past. He scrambled on to his feet, and bawled after them, "I'm all right, you're all right, don't ... | 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 train joggled p... | 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 I have more leisure, for no... | 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 themselves to be ... | 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-Moslems. Three will be Europeans, one a Hindu, which must ... | A Passage To India |
he said piteously, like a child. | No speaker | that? Oh, explain to me!"<|quote|>he said piteously, like a child.</|quote|>"We shall be all Moslems | see no ruin." "How is that? Oh, explain to me!"<|quote|>he said piteously, like a child.</|quote|>"We shall be all Moslems together now, as you promised." | and then they passed beyond range of his voice. "Mrs. Moore, Miss Quested, our expedition is a ruin." He swung himself along the footboard, almost in tears. "Get in, get in; you'll kill yourself as well as Mr. Fielding. I see no ruin." "How is that? Oh, explain to me!"<|quote|>he said piteously, like a child.</|quote|>... | "Right, give a hand." "He's not to, he'll kill himself," Mrs. Moore protested. He jumped, he failed, missed his friend's hand, and fell back on to the line. The train rumbled past. He scrambled on to his feet, and bawled after them, "I'm all right, you're all right, don't worry," and then they passed beyond range of hi... | "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 ... | 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... | 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. "Send b... | 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-crossing. Appall... | A Passage To India |
"We shall be all Moslems together now, as you promised." | Mrs. Moore | said piteously, like a child.<|quote|>"We shall be all Moslems together now, as you promised."</|quote|>She was perfect as always, | Oh, explain to me!" he said piteously, like a child.<|quote|>"We shall be all Moslems together now, as you promised."</|quote|>She was perfect as always, his dear Mrs. Moore. All | of his voice. "Mrs. Moore, Miss Quested, our expedition is a ruin." He swung himself along the footboard, almost in tears. "Get in, get in; you'll kill yourself as well as Mr. Fielding. I see no ruin." "How is that? Oh, explain to me!" he said piteously, like a child.<|quote|>"We shall be all Moslems together now, as y... | to, he'll kill himself," Mrs. Moore protested. He jumped, he failed, missed his friend's hand, and fell back on to the line. The train rumbled past. He scrambled on to his feet, and bawled after them, "I'm all right, you're all right, don't worry," and then they passed beyond range of his voice. "Mrs. Moore, Miss Quest... | 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, you have d... | 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 pleasure to non-Mo... | 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. "He is un... | 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 a Hindu and did not count, and, soothed by this logic, he... | A Passage To India |
She was perfect as always, his dear Mrs. Moore. All the love for her he had felt at the mosque welled up again, the fresher for forgetfulness. There was nothing he would not do for her. He would die to make her happy. | No speaker | together now, as you promised."<|quote|>She was perfect as always, his dear Mrs. Moore. All the love for her he had felt at the mosque welled up again, the fresher for forgetfulness. There was nothing he would not do for her. He would die to make her happy.</|quote|>"Get in, Dr. Aziz, you | "We shall be all Moslems together now, as you promised."<|quote|>She was perfect as always, his dear Mrs. Moore. All the love for her he had felt at the mosque welled up again, the fresher for forgetfulness. There was nothing he would not do for her. He would die to make her happy.</|quote|>"Get in, Dr. Aziz, you make ... | a ruin." He swung himself along the footboard, almost in tears. "Get in, get in; you'll kill yourself as well as Mr. Fielding. I see no ruin." "How is that? Oh, explain to me!" he said piteously, like a child. "We shall be all Moslems together now, as you promised."<|quote|>She was perfect as always, his dear Mrs. Moor... | failed, missed his friend's hand, and fell back on to the line. The train rumbled past. He scrambled on to his feet, and bawled after them, "I'm all right, you're all right, don't worry," and then they passed beyond range of his voice. "Mrs. Moore, Miss Quested, our expedition is a ruin." He swung himself along the foo... | 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." "Godbole's pujah did it," cried the Englishman. The B... | 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-Moslems. Three will be Europeans, one a Hindu, which must ... | 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 Moslems together." ... | 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 carriage. Aziz did likewise. It was an easy feat, for a branch-line train is slow to assume special airs. "We're monkey... | A Passage To India |
"Get in, Dr. Aziz, you make us giddy," | Adela Quested | die to make her happy.<|quote|>"Get in, Dr. Aziz, you make us giddy,"</|quote|>the other lady called. "If | do for her. He would die to make her happy.<|quote|>"Get in, Dr. Aziz, you make us giddy,"</|quote|>the other lady called. "If they're so foolish as to | all Moslems together now, as you promised." She was perfect as always, his dear Mrs. Moore. All the love for her he had felt at the mosque welled up again, the fresher for forgetfulness. There was nothing he would not do for her. He would die to make her happy.<|quote|>"Get in, Dr. Aziz, you make us giddy,"</|quote|>th... | "Mrs. Moore, Miss Quested, our expedition is a ruin." He swung himself along the footboard, almost in tears. "Get in, get in; you'll kill yourself as well as Mr. Fielding. I see no ruin." "How is that? Oh, explain to me!" he said piteously, like a child. "We shall be all Moslems together now, as you promised." She was ... | 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." "He's not to, he'll kill himself," Mrs. Moore protested.... | 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. We must ... | "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." "Well, you... | 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 kind of you; but the servants are even more ... | A Passage To India |
the other lady called. | No speaker | Aziz, you make us giddy,"<|quote|>the other lady called.</|quote|>"If they're so foolish as | her happy. "Get in, Dr. Aziz, you make us giddy,"<|quote|>the other lady called.</|quote|>"If they're so foolish as to miss the train, that's | was perfect as always, his dear Mrs. Moore. All the love for her he had felt at the mosque welled up again, the fresher for forgetfulness. There was nothing he would not do for her. He would die to make her happy. "Get in, Dr. Aziz, you make us giddy,"<|quote|>the other lady called.</|quote|>"If they're so foolish as t... | ruin." He swung himself along the footboard, almost in tears. "Get in, get in; you'll kill yourself as well as Mr. Fielding. I see no ruin." "How is that? Oh, explain to me!" he said piteously, like a child. "We shall be all Moslems together now, as you promised." She was perfect as always, his dear Mrs. Moore. All the... | 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." "He's not to, he'll kill himself," Mrs. Moore protested. He jumped, he failed, missed his friend's hand, a... | 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... | 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 hos... | "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," he called, hanging on to a bar and laughing. Then he howled, "Mr. Fielding! Mr. ... | A Passage To India |
"If they're so foolish as to miss the train, that's their loss, not ours." | Adela Quested | giddy," the other lady called.<|quote|>"If they're so foolish as to miss the train, that's their loss, not ours."</|quote|>"I am to blame. I | Dr. Aziz, you make us giddy," the other lady called.<|quote|>"If they're so foolish as to miss the train, that's their loss, not ours."</|quote|>"I am to blame. I am the host." "Nonsense, go | his dear Mrs. Moore. All the love for her he had felt at the mosque welled up again, the fresher for forgetfulness. There was nothing he would not do for her. He would die to make her happy. "Get in, Dr. Aziz, you make us giddy," the other lady called.<|quote|>"If they're so foolish as to miss the train, that's their l... | along the footboard, almost in tears. "Get in, get in; you'll kill yourself as well as Mr. Fielding. I see no ruin." "How is that? Oh, explain to me!" he said piteously, like a child. "We shall be all Moslems together now, as you promised." She was perfect as always, his dear Mrs. Moore. All the love for her he had fel... | 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." "He's not to, he'll kill himself," Mrs. Moore protested. He jumped, he failed, missed his friend's hand, and fell back on to the lin... | 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 can be done, and I expe... | 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 host. "Do get rid of him, Dr. ... | 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 practical ... | A Passage To India |
"I am to blame. I am the host." | Dr. Aziz | that's their loss, not ours."<|quote|>"I am to blame. I am the host."</|quote|>"Nonsense, go to your carriage. | as to miss the train, that's their loss, not ours."<|quote|>"I am to blame. I am the host."</|quote|>"Nonsense, go to your carriage. We're going to have a | mosque welled up again, the fresher for forgetfulness. There was nothing he would not do for her. He would die to make her happy. "Get in, Dr. Aziz, you make us giddy," the other lady called. "If they're so foolish as to miss the train, that's their loss, not ours."<|quote|>"I am to blame. I am the host."</|quote|>"Non... | well as Mr. Fielding. I see no ruin." "How is that? Oh, explain to me!" he said piteously, like a child. "We shall be all Moslems together now, as you promised." She was perfect as always, his dear Mrs. Moore. All the love for her he had felt at the mosque welled up again, the fresher for forgetfulness. There was nothi... | the length of a prayer. "Jump on, I must have you," screamed Aziz, beside himself. "Right, give a hand." "He's not to, he'll kill himself," Mrs. Moore protested. He jumped, he failed, missed his friend's hand, and fell back on to the line. The train rumbled past. He scrambled on to his feet, and bawled after them, "I'm... | 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. "Mer... | 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 poor relative exchanged fezzes with th... | 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 been closed earlier than usual. They leapt from their tonga; they gesticulated, but what was the good. So near and y... | A Passage To India |
"Nonsense, go to your carriage. We're going to have a delightful time without them." | Adela Quested | blame. I am the host."<|quote|>"Nonsense, go to your carriage. We're going to have a delightful time without them."</|quote|>Not perfect like Mrs. Moore, | not ours." "I am to blame. I am the host."<|quote|>"Nonsense, go to your carriage. We're going to have a delightful time without them."</|quote|>Not perfect like Mrs. Moore, but very sincere and kind. | There was nothing he would not do for her. He would die to make her happy. "Get in, Dr. Aziz, you make us giddy," the other lady called. "If they're so foolish as to miss the train, that's their loss, not ours." "I am to blame. I am the host."<|quote|>"Nonsense, go to your carriage. We're going to have a delightful tim... | "How is that? Oh, explain to me!" he said piteously, like a child. "We shall be all Moslems together now, as you promised." She was perfect as always, his dear Mrs. Moore. All the love for her he had felt at the mosque welled up again, the fresher for forgetfulness. There was nothing he would not do for her. He would d... | must have you," screamed Aziz, beside himself. "Right, give a hand." "He's not to, he'll kill himself," Mrs. Moore protested. He jumped, he failed, missed his friend's hand, and fell back on to the line. The train rumbled past. He scrambled on to his feet, and bawled after them, "I'm all right, you're all right, don't ... | 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 Mohammed Latif. ... | 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 peeped out of the window ... | 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 had overdone the servan... | A Passage To India |
Not perfect like Mrs. Moore, but very sincere and kind. Wonderful ladies, both of them, and for one precious morning his guests. He felt important and competent. Fielding was a loss personally, being a friend, increasingly dear, yet if Fielding had come, he himself would have remained in leading-strings. "Indians are i... | No speaker | a delightful time without them."<|quote|>Not perfect like Mrs. Moore, but very sincere and kind. Wonderful ladies, both of them, and for one precious morning his guests. He felt important and competent. Fielding was a loss personally, being a friend, increasingly dear, yet if Fielding had come, he himself would have re... | carriage. We're going to have a delightful time without them."<|quote|>Not perfect like Mrs. Moore, but very sincere and kind. Wonderful ladies, both of them, and for one precious morning his guests. He felt important and competent. Fielding was a loss personally, being a friend, increasingly dear, yet if Fielding had ... | her happy. "Get in, Dr. Aziz, you make us giddy," the other lady called. "If they're so foolish as to miss the train, that's their loss, not ours." "I am to blame. I am the host." "Nonsense, go to your carriage. We're going to have a delightful time without them."<|quote|>Not perfect like Mrs. Moore, but very sincere a... | shall be all Moslems together now, as you promised." She was perfect as always, his dear Mrs. Moore. All the love for her he had felt at the mosque welled up again, the fresher for forgetfulness. There was nothing he would not do for her. He would die to make her happy. "Get in, Dr. Aziz, you make us giddy," the other ... | he'll kill himself," Mrs. Moore protested. He jumped, he failed, missed his friend's hand, and fell back on to the line. The train rumbled past. He scrambled on to his feet, and bawled after them, "I'm all right, you're all right, don't worry," and then they passed beyond range of his voice. "Mrs. Moore, Miss Quested, ... | 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 carriage. Aziz... | 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. "Here is my cousin, Mr... | 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-Moslems. Three will be Europeans, one a Hindu, which must not be forgotten. Every attention must be paid to Professor Godbole, les... | A Passage To India |
"Mohammed Latif, by the way, what is in these caves, brother? Why are we all going to see them?" | Dr. Aziz | window into a second-class carriage.<|quote|>"Mohammed Latif, by the way, what is in these caves, brother? Why are we all going to see them?"</|quote|>Such a question was beyond | Then he dived through a window into a second-class carriage.<|quote|>"Mohammed Latif, by the way, what is in these caves, brother? Why are we all going to see them?"</|quote|>Such a question was beyond the poor relative's scope. He | that they were wrong. Smiling proudly, he glanced outward at the country, which was still invisible except as a dark movement in the darkness; then upwards at the sky, where the stars of the sprawling Scorpion had begun to pale. Then he dived through a window into a second-class carriage.<|quote|>"Mohammed Latif, by th... | precious morning his guests. He felt important and competent. Fielding was a loss personally, being a friend, increasingly dear, yet if Fielding had come, he himself would have remained in leading-strings. "Indians are incapable of responsibility," said the officials, and Hamidullah sometimes said so too. He would show... | All the love for her he had felt at the mosque welled up again, the fresher for forgetfulness. There was nothing he would not do for her. He would die to make her happy. "Get in, Dr. Aziz, you make us giddy," the other lady called. "If they're so foolish as to miss the train, that's their loss, not ours." "I am to blam... | 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," cried the Englishman. The Brahman lowered his eyes, ashamed of religion. For it was so... | 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 appeared at last to be... | 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," cried the Englishman. The Brahman lowered his eyes, ashamed of religion. For it was so: he had miscalculated... | A Passage To India |
Such a question was beyond the poor relative's scope. He could only reply that God and the local villagers knew, and that the latter would gladly act as guides. CHAPTER XIV Most of life is so dull that there is nothing to be said about it, and the books and talk that would describe it as interesting are obliged to exag... | No speaker | all going to see them?"<|quote|>Such a question was beyond the poor relative's scope. He could only reply that God and the local villagers knew, and that the latter would gladly act as guides. CHAPTER XIV Most of life is so dull that there is nothing to be said about it, and the books and talk that would describe it as... | caves, brother? Why are we all going to see them?"<|quote|>Such a question was beyond the poor relative's scope. He could only reply that God and the local villagers knew, and that the latter would gladly act as guides. CHAPTER XIV Most of life is so dull that there is nothing to be said about it, and the books and tal... | dark movement in the darkness; then upwards at the sky, where the stars of the sprawling Scorpion had begun to pale. Then he dived through a window into a second-class carriage. "Mohammed Latif, by the way, what is in these caves, brother? Why are we all going to see them?"<|quote|>Such a question was beyond the poor r... | yet if Fielding had come, he himself would have remained in leading-strings. "Indians are incapable of responsibility," said the officials, and Hamidullah sometimes said so too. He would show those pessimists that they were wrong. Smiling proudly, he glanced outward at the country, which was still invisible except as a... | was nothing he would not do for her. He would die to make her happy. "Get in, Dr. Aziz, you make us giddy," the other lady called. "If they're so foolish as to miss the train, that's their loss, not ours." "I am to blame. I am the host." "Nonsense, go to your carriage. We're going to have a delightful time without them... | 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. "Jump on, I must have you," screamed Aziz, beside h... | 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 getting nervous again, f... | at the mosque welled up again, the fresher for forgetfulness. There was nothing he would not do for her. He would die to make her happy. "Get in, Dr. Aziz, you make us giddy," the other lady called. "If they're so foolish as to miss the train, that's their loss, not ours." "I am to blame. I am the host." "Nonsense, go ... | A Passage To India |
"What a nice cheerful servant! What a relief after Antony!" | Adela Quested | interest would henceforward be Ronny.<|quote|>"What a nice cheerful servant! What a relief after Antony!"</|quote|>"They startle one rather. A | by reflecting that her main interest would henceforward be Ronny.<|quote|>"What a nice cheerful servant! What a relief after Antony!"</|quote|>"They startle one rather. A strange place to make tea | of Mahmoud Ali's butler from the lavatory with tea and poached eggs upon a tray they were all new and amusing, and led her to comment appropriately, but they wouldn't bite into her mind. So she tried to find comfort by reflecting that her main interest would henceforward be Ronny.<|quote|>"What a nice cheerful servant!... | not get excited over Aziz and his arrangements. She was not the least unhappy or depressed, and the various odd objects that surrounded her the comic "purdah" carriage, the piles of rugs and bolsters, the rolling melons, the scent of sweet oils, the ladder, the brass-bound box, the sudden irruption of Mahmoud Ali's but... | resented hers. It was Adela's faith that the whole stream of events is important and interesting, and if she grew bored she blamed herself severely and compelled her lips to utter enthusiasms. This was the only insincerity in a character otherwise sincere, and it was indeed the intellectual protest of her youth. She wa... | beyond the poor relative's scope. He could only reply that God and the local villagers knew, and that the latter would gladly act as guides. CHAPTER XIV Most of life is so dull that there is nothing to be said about it, and the books and talk that would describe it as interesting are obliged to exaggerate, in the hope ... | 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," screamed Aziz, beside himself. "Right, give a ... | being a friend, increasingly dear, yet if Fielding had come, he himself would have remained in leading-strings. "Indians are incapable of responsibility," said the officials, and Hamidullah sometimes said so too. He would show those pessimists that they were wrong. Smiling proudly, he glanced outward at the country, wh... | A Passage To India |
"They startle one rather. A strange place to make tea in," | Mrs. Moore | What a relief after Antony!"<|quote|>"They startle one rather. A strange place to make tea in,"</|quote|>said Mrs. Moore, who had | "What a nice cheerful servant! What a relief after Antony!"<|quote|>"They startle one rather. A strange place to make tea in,"</|quote|>said Mrs. Moore, who had hoped for a nap. "I | poached eggs upon a tray they were all new and amusing, and led her to comment appropriately, but they wouldn't bite into her mind. So she tried to find comfort by reflecting that her main interest would henceforward be Ronny. "What a nice cheerful servant! What a relief after Antony!"<|quote|>"They startle one rather.... | not the least unhappy or depressed, and the various odd objects that surrounded her the comic "purdah" carriage, the piles of rugs and bolsters, the rolling melons, the scent of sweet oils, the ladder, the brass-bound box, the sudden irruption of Mahmoud Ali's butler from the lavatory with tea and poached eggs upon a t... | of events is important and interesting, and if she grew bored she blamed herself severely and compelled her lips to utter enthusiasms. This was the only insincerity in a character otherwise sincere, and it was indeed the intellectual protest of her youth. She was particularly vexed now because she was both in India and... | God and the local villagers knew, and that the latter would gladly act as guides. CHAPTER XIV Most of life is so dull that there is nothing to be said about it, and the books and talk that would describe it as interesting are obliged to exaggerate, in the hope of justifying their own existence. Inside its cocoon of wor... | 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." "He's not to, he'll kill himself," Mrs. Moore prote... | silent. It so happened that Mrs. Moore and Miss Quested had felt nothing acutely for a fortnight. Ever since Professor Godbole had sung his queer little song, they had lived more or less inside cocoons, and the difference between them was that the elder lady accepted her own apathy, while the younger resented hers. It ... | A Passage To India |
said Mrs. Moore, who had hoped for a nap. | No speaker | place to make tea in,"<|quote|>said Mrs. Moore, who had hoped for a nap.</|quote|>"I want to sack Antony. | startle one rather. A strange place to make tea in,"<|quote|>said Mrs. Moore, who had hoped for a nap.</|quote|>"I want to sack Antony. His behaviour on the platform | and led her to comment appropriately, but they wouldn't bite into her mind. So she tried to find comfort by reflecting that her main interest would henceforward be Ronny. "What a nice cheerful servant! What a relief after Antony!" "They startle one rather. A strange place to make tea in,"<|quote|>said Mrs. Moore, who h... | that surrounded her the comic "purdah" carriage, the piles of rugs and bolsters, the rolling melons, the scent of sweet oils, the ladder, the brass-bound box, the sudden irruption of Mahmoud Ali's butler from the lavatory with tea and poached eggs upon a tray they were all new and amusing, and led her to comment approp... | she blamed herself severely and compelled her lips to utter enthusiasms. This was the only insincerity in a character otherwise sincere, and it was indeed the intellectual protest of her youth. She was particularly vexed now because she was both in India and engaged to be married, which double event should have made ev... | gladly act as guides. CHAPTER XIV Most of life is so dull that there is nothing to be said about it, and the books and talk that would describe it as interesting are obliged to exaggerate, in the hope of justifying their own existence. Inside its cocoon of work or social obligation, the human spirit slumbers for the mo... | 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." "He's not to, he'll kill himself," Mrs. Moore protested. He jumped, he failed, missed his friend's hand, and fell ba... | Mrs. Moore and Miss Quested had felt nothing acutely for a fortnight. Ever since Professor Godbole had sung his queer little song, they had lived more or less inside cocoons, and the difference between them was that the elder lady accepted her own apathy, while the younger resented hers. It was Adela's faith that the w... | A Passage To India |
"I want to sack Antony. His behaviour on the platform has decided me." | Adela Quested | had hoped for a nap.<|quote|>"I want to sack Antony. His behaviour on the platform has decided me."</|quote|>Mrs. Moore thought that Antony's | in," said Mrs. Moore, who had hoped for a nap.<|quote|>"I want to sack Antony. His behaviour on the platform has decided me."</|quote|>Mrs. Moore thought that Antony's better self would come to | bite into her mind. So she tried to find comfort by reflecting that her main interest would henceforward be Ronny. "What a nice cheerful servant! What a relief after Antony!" "They startle one rather. A strange place to make tea in," said Mrs. Moore, who had hoped for a nap.<|quote|>"I want to sack Antony. His behaviou... | of rugs and bolsters, the rolling melons, the scent of sweet oils, the ladder, the brass-bound box, the sudden irruption of Mahmoud Ali's butler from the lavatory with tea and poached eggs upon a tray they were all new and amusing, and led her to comment appropriately, but they wouldn't bite into her mind. So she tried... | utter enthusiasms. This was the only insincerity in a character otherwise sincere, and it was indeed the intellectual protest of her youth. She was particularly vexed now because she was both in India and engaged to be married, which double event should have made every instant sublime. India was certainly dim this morn... | is so dull that there is nothing to be said about it, and the books and talk that would describe it as interesting are obliged to exaggerate, in the hope of justifying their own existence. Inside its cocoon of work or social obligation, the human spirit slumbers for the most part, registering the distinction between pl... | 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." "He's not to, he'll kill himself," Mrs. Moore protested. He jumped, he failed, missed his friend's hand, and fell back on to the line. The train rumbled past. He scrambled on to h... | that they were wrong. Smiling proudly, he glanced outward at the country, which was still invisible except as a dark movement in the darkness; then upwards at the sky, where the stars of the sprawling Scorpion had begun to pale. Then he dived through a window into a second-class carriage. "Mohammed Latif, by the way, w... | A Passage To India |
Mrs. Moore thought that Antony's better self would come to the front at Simla. Miss Quested was to be married at Simla; some cousins, with a house looking straight on to Thibet, had invited her. | No speaker | the platform has decided me."<|quote|>Mrs. Moore thought that Antony's better self would come to the front at Simla. Miss Quested was to be married at Simla; some cousins, with a house looking straight on to Thibet, had invited her.</|quote|>"Anyhow, we must get a | sack Antony. His behaviour on the platform has decided me."<|quote|>Mrs. Moore thought that Antony's better self would come to the front at Simla. Miss Quested was to be married at Simla; some cousins, with a house looking straight on to Thibet, had invited her.</|quote|>"Anyhow, we must get a second servant, because a... | her main interest would henceforward be Ronny. "What a nice cheerful servant! What a relief after Antony!" "They startle one rather. A strange place to make tea in," said Mrs. Moore, who had hoped for a nap. "I want to sack Antony. His behaviour on the platform has decided me."<|quote|>Mrs. Moore thought that Antony's ... | ladder, the brass-bound box, the sudden irruption of Mahmoud Ali's butler from the lavatory with tea and poached eggs upon a tray they were all new and amusing, and led her to comment appropriately, but they wouldn't bite into her mind. So she tried to find comfort by reflecting that her main interest would henceforwar... | it was indeed the intellectual protest of her youth. She was particularly vexed now because she was both in India and engaged to be married, which double event should have made every instant sublime. India was certainly dim this morning, though seen under the auspices of Indians. Her wish had been granted, but too late... | the books and talk that would describe it as interesting are obliged to exaggerate, in the hope of justifying their own existence. Inside its cocoon of work or social obligation, the human spirit slumbers for the most part, registering the distinction between pleasure and pain, but not nearly as alert as we pretend. Th... | on, I must have you," screamed Aziz, beside himself. "Right, give a hand." "He's not to, he'll kill himself," Mrs. Moore protested. He jumped, he failed, missed his friend's hand, and fell back on to the line. The train rumbled past. He scrambled on to his feet, and bawled after them, "I'm all right, you're all right, ... | a perfectly adjusted organism would be silent. It so happened that Mrs. Moore and Miss Quested had felt nothing acutely for a fortnight. Ever since Professor Godbole had sung his queer little song, they had lived more or less inside cocoons, and the difference between them was that the elder lady accepted her own apath... | A Passage To India |
"Anyhow, we must get a second servant, because at Simla you will be at the hotel, and I don't think Ronny's Baldeo . . ." | Adela Quested | to Thibet, had invited her.<|quote|>"Anyhow, we must get a second servant, because at Simla you will be at the hotel, and I don't think Ronny's Baldeo . . ."</|quote|>She loved plans. "Very well, | a house looking straight on to Thibet, had invited her.<|quote|>"Anyhow, we must get a second servant, because at Simla you will be at the hotel, and I don't think Ronny's Baldeo . . ."</|quote|>She loved plans. "Very well, you get another servant, and | a nap. "I want to sack Antony. His behaviour on the platform has decided me." Mrs. Moore thought that Antony's better self would come to the front at Simla. Miss Quested was to be married at Simla; some cousins, with a house looking straight on to Thibet, had invited her.<|quote|>"Anyhow, we must get a second servant, ... | they wouldn't bite into her mind. So she tried to find comfort by reflecting that her main interest would henceforward be Ronny. "What a nice cheerful servant! What a relief after Antony!" "They startle one rather. A strange place to make tea in," said Mrs. Moore, who had hoped for a nap. "I want to sack Antony. His be... | was certainly dim this morning, though seen under the auspices of Indians. Her wish had been granted, but too late. She could not get excited over Aziz and his arrangements. She was not the least unhappy or depressed, and the various odd objects that surrounded her the comic "purdah" carriage, the piles of rugs and bol... | the most part, registering the distinction between pleasure and pain, but not nearly as alert as we pretend. There are periods in the most thrilling day during which nothing happens, and though we continue to exclaim, "I do enjoy myself," or, "I am horrified," we are insincere. "As far as I feel anything, it is enjoyme... | the line. The train rumbled past. He scrambled on to his feet, and bawled after them, "I'm all right, you're all right, don't worry," and then they passed beyond range of his voice. "Mrs. Moore, Miss Quested, our expedition is a ruin." He swung himself along the footboard, almost in tears. "Get in, get in; you'll kill ... | work or social obligation, the human spirit slumbers for the most part, registering the distinction between pleasure and pain, but not nearly as alert as we pretend. There are periods in the most thrilling day during which nothing happens, and though we continue to exclaim, "I do enjoy myself," or, "I am horrified," we... | A Passage To India |
She loved plans. | No speaker | Ronny's Baldeo . . ."<|quote|>She loved plans.</|quote|>"Very well, you get another | hotel, and I don't think Ronny's Baldeo . . ."<|quote|>She loved plans.</|quote|>"Very well, you get another servant, and I'll keep Antony | the front at Simla. Miss Quested was to be married at Simla; some cousins, with a house looking straight on to Thibet, had invited her. "Anyhow, we must get a second servant, because at Simla you will be at the hotel, and I don't think Ronny's Baldeo . . ."<|quote|>She loved plans.</|quote|>"Very well, you get another ... | cheerful servant! What a relief after Antony!" "They startle one rather. A strange place to make tea in," said Mrs. Moore, who had hoped for a nap. "I want to sack Antony. His behaviour on the platform has decided me." Mrs. Moore thought that Antony's better self would come to the front at Simla. Miss Quested was to be... | over Aziz and his arrangements. She was not the least unhappy or depressed, and the various odd objects that surrounded her the comic "purdah" carriage, the piles of rugs and bolsters, the rolling melons, the scent of sweet oils, the ladder, the brass-bound box, the sudden irruption of Mahmoud Ali's butler from the lav... | day during which nothing happens, and though we continue to exclaim, "I do enjoy myself," or, "I am horrified," we are insincere. "As far as I feel anything, it is enjoyment, horror" it's no more than that really, and a perfectly adjusted organism would be silent. It so happened that Mrs. Moore and Miss Quested had fel... | then they passed beyond range of his voice. "Mrs. Moore, Miss Quested, our expedition is a ruin." He swung himself along the footboard, almost in tears. "Get in, get in; you'll kill yourself as well as Mr. Fielding. I see no ruin." "How is that? Oh, explain to me!" he said piteously, like a child. "We shall be all Mosl... | perfectly adjusted organism would be silent. It so happened that Mrs. Moore and Miss Quested had felt nothing acutely for a fortnight. Ever since Professor Godbole had sung his queer little song, they had lived more or less inside cocoons, and the difference between them was that the elder lady accepted her own apathy,... | A Passage To India |
"Very well, you get another servant, and I'll keep Antony with me. I am used to his unappetizing ways. He will see me through the Hot Weather." | Mrs. Moore | . ." She loved plans.<|quote|>"Very well, you get another servant, and I'll keep Antony with me. I am used to his unappetizing ways. He will see me through the Hot Weather."</|quote|>"I don't believe in the | don't think Ronny's Baldeo . . ." She loved plans.<|quote|>"Very well, you get another servant, and I'll keep Antony with me. I am used to his unappetizing ways. He will see me through the Hot Weather."</|quote|>"I don't believe in the Hot Weather. People like Major | Simla. Miss Quested was to be married at Simla; some cousins, with a house looking straight on to Thibet, had invited her. "Anyhow, we must get a second servant, because at Simla you will be at the hotel, and I don't think Ronny's Baldeo . . ." She loved plans.<|quote|>"Very well, you get another servant, and I'll keep... | a relief after Antony!" "They startle one rather. A strange place to make tea in," said Mrs. Moore, who had hoped for a nap. "I want to sack Antony. His behaviour on the platform has decided me." Mrs. Moore thought that Antony's better self would come to the front at Simla. Miss Quested was to be married at Simla; some... | his arrangements. She was not the least unhappy or depressed, and the various odd objects that surrounded her the comic "purdah" carriage, the piles of rugs and bolsters, the rolling melons, the scent of sweet oils, the ladder, the brass-bound box, the sudden irruption of Mahmoud Ali's butler from the lavatory with tea... | nothing happens, and though we continue to exclaim, "I do enjoy myself," or, "I am horrified," we are insincere. "As far as I feel anything, it is enjoyment, horror" it's no more than that really, and a perfectly adjusted organism would be silent. It so happened that Mrs. Moore and Miss Quested had felt nothing acutely... | beyond range of his voice. "Mrs. Moore, Miss Quested, our expedition is a ruin." He swung himself along the footboard, almost in tears. "Get in, get in; you'll kill yourself as well as Mr. Fielding. I see no ruin." "How is that? Oh, explain to me!" he said piteously, like a child. "We shall be all Moslems together now,... | there is nothing to be said about it, and the books and talk that would describe it as interesting are obliged to exaggerate, in the hope of justifying their own existence. Inside its cocoon of work or social obligation, the human spirit slumbers for the most part, registering the distinction between pleasure and pain,... | A Passage To India |
"I don't believe in the Hot Weather. People like Major Callendar who always talk about it it's in the hope of making one feel inexperienced and small, like their everlasting, I've been twenty years in this country.'" | Adela Quested | me through the Hot Weather."<|quote|>"I don't believe in the Hot Weather. People like Major Callendar who always talk about it it's in the hope of making one feel inexperienced and small, like their everlasting, I've been twenty years in this country.'"</|quote|>"I believe in the Hot | unappetizing ways. He will see me through the Hot Weather."<|quote|>"I don't believe in the Hot Weather. People like Major Callendar who always talk about it it's in the hope of making one feel inexperienced and small, like their everlasting, I've been twenty years in this country.'"</|quote|>"I believe in the Hot Weat... | second servant, because at Simla you will be at the hotel, and I don't think Ronny's Baldeo . . ." She loved plans. "Very well, you get another servant, and I'll keep Antony with me. I am used to his unappetizing ways. He will see me through the Hot Weather."<|quote|>"I don't believe in the Hot Weather. People like Maj... | sack Antony. His behaviour on the platform has decided me." Mrs. Moore thought that Antony's better self would come to the front at Simla. Miss Quested was to be married at Simla; some cousins, with a house looking straight on to Thibet, had invited her. "Anyhow, we must get a second servant, because at Simla you will ... | bolsters, the rolling melons, the scent of sweet oils, the ladder, the brass-bound box, the sudden irruption of Mahmoud Ali's butler from the lavatory with tea and poached eggs upon a tray they were all new and amusing, and led her to comment appropriately, but they wouldn't bite into her mind. So she tried to find com... | enjoyment, horror" it's no more than that really, and a perfectly adjusted organism would be silent. It so happened that Mrs. Moore and Miss Quested had felt nothing acutely for a fortnight. Ever since Professor Godbole had sung his queer little song, they had lived more or less inside cocoons, and the difference betwe... | you'll kill yourself as well as Mr. Fielding. I see no ruin." "How is that? Oh, explain to me!" he said piteously, like a child. "We shall be all Moslems together now, as you promised." She was perfect as always, his dear Mrs. Moore. All the love for her he had felt at the mosque welled up again, the fresher for forget... | and the various odd objects that surrounded her the comic "purdah" carriage, the piles of rugs and bolsters, the rolling melons, the scent of sweet oils, the ladder, the brass-bound box, the sudden irruption of Mahmoud Ali's butler from the lavatory with tea and poached eggs upon a tray they were all new and amusing, a... | A Passage To India |
"I believe in the Hot Weather, but never did I suppose it would bottle me up as it will." | Mrs. Moore | twenty years in this country.'"<|quote|>"I believe in the Hot Weather, but never did I suppose it would bottle me up as it will."</|quote|>For owing to the sage | like their everlasting, I've been twenty years in this country.'"<|quote|>"I believe in the Hot Weather, but never did I suppose it would bottle me up as it will."</|quote|>For owing to the sage leisureliness of Ronny and Adela, | used to his unappetizing ways. He will see me through the Hot Weather." "I don't believe in the Hot Weather. People like Major Callendar who always talk about it it's in the hope of making one feel inexperienced and small, like their everlasting, I've been twenty years in this country.'"<|quote|>"I believe in the Hot W... | looking straight on to Thibet, had invited her. "Anyhow, we must get a second servant, because at Simla you will be at the hotel, and I don't think Ronny's Baldeo . . ." She loved plans. "Very well, you get another servant, and I'll keep Antony with me. I am used to his unappetizing ways. He will see me through the Hot... | amusing, and led her to comment appropriately, but they wouldn't bite into her mind. So she tried to find comfort by reflecting that her main interest would henceforward be Ronny. "What a nice cheerful servant! What a relief after Antony!" "They startle one rather. A strange place to make tea in," said Mrs. Moore, who ... | sung his queer little song, they had lived more or less inside cocoons, and the difference between them was that the elder lady accepted her own apathy, while the younger resented hers. It was Adela's faith that the whole stream of events is important and interesting, and if she grew bored she blamed herself severely a... | perfect as always, his dear Mrs. Moore. All the love for her he had felt at the mosque welled up again, the fresher for forgetfulness. There was nothing he would not do for her. He would die to make her happy. "Get in, Dr. Aziz, you make us giddy," the other lady called. "If they're so foolish as to miss the train, tha... | I feel anything, it is enjoyment, horror" it's no more than that really, and a perfectly adjusted organism would be silent. It so happened that Mrs. Moore and Miss Quested had felt nothing acutely for a fortnight. Ever since Professor Godbole had sung his queer little song, they had lived more or less inside cocoons, a... | A Passage To India |
For owing to the sage leisureliness of Ronny and Adela, they could not be married till May, and consequently Mrs. Moore could not return to England immediately after the wedding, which was what she had hoped to do. By May a barrier of fire would have fallen across India and the adjoining sea, and she would have to rema... | No speaker | me up as it will."<|quote|>For owing to the sage leisureliness of Ronny and Adela, they could not be married till May, and consequently Mrs. Moore could not return to England immediately after the wedding, which was what she had hoped to do. By May a barrier of fire would have fallen across India and the adjoining sea,... | I suppose it would bottle me up as it will."<|quote|>For owing to the sage leisureliness of Ronny and Adela, they could not be married till May, and consequently Mrs. Moore could not return to England immediately after the wedding, which was what she had hoped to do. By May a barrier of fire would have fallen across In... | Weather. People like Major Callendar who always talk about it it's in the hope of making one feel inexperienced and small, like their everlasting, I've been twenty years in this country.'" "I believe in the Hot Weather, but never did I suppose it would bottle me up as it will."<|quote|>For owing to the sage leisureline... | will be at the hotel, and I don't think Ronny's Baldeo . . ." She loved plans. "Very well, you get another servant, and I'll keep Antony with me. I am used to his unappetizing ways. He will see me through the Hot Weather." "I don't believe in the Hot Weather. People like Major Callendar who always talk about it it's in... | comfort by reflecting that her main interest would henceforward be Ronny. "What a nice cheerful servant! What a relief after Antony!" "They startle one rather. A strange place to make tea in," said Mrs. Moore, who had hoped for a nap. "I want to sack Antony. His behaviour on the platform has decided me." Mrs. Moore tho... | that the elder lady accepted her own apathy, while the younger resented hers. It was Adela's faith that the whole stream of events is important and interesting, and if she grew bored she blamed herself severely and compelled her lips to utter enthusiasms. This was the only insincerity in a character otherwise sincere, ... | up again, the fresher for forgetfulness. There was nothing he would not do for her. He would die to make her happy. "Get in, Dr. Aziz, you make us giddy," the other lady called. "If they're so foolish as to miss the train, that's their loss, not ours." "I am to blame. I am the host." "Nonsense, go to your carriage. We'... | registering the distinction between pleasure and pain, but not nearly as alert as we pretend. There are periods in the most thrilling day during which nothing happens, and though we continue to exclaim, "I do enjoy myself," or, "I am horrified," we are insincere. "As far as I feel anything, it is enjoyment, horror" it'... | A Passage To India |
"I won't be bottled up," | Adela Quested | the world to get cooler.<|quote|>"I won't be bottled up,"</|quote|>announced the girl. "I've no | in the Himalayas waiting for the world to get cooler.<|quote|>"I won't be bottled up,"</|quote|>announced the girl. "I've no patience with these women here | could not return to England immediately after the wedding, which was what she had hoped to do. By May a barrier of fire would have fallen across India and the adjoining sea, and she would have to remain perched up in the Himalayas waiting for the world to get cooler.<|quote|>"I won't be bottled up,"</|quote|>announced ... | like their everlasting, I've been twenty years in this country.'" "I believe in the Hot Weather, but never did I suppose it would bottle me up as it will." For owing to the sage leisureliness of Ronny and Adela, they could not be married till May, and consequently Mrs. Moore could not return to England immediately afte... | to be married at Simla; some cousins, with a house looking straight on to Thibet, had invited her. "Anyhow, we must get a second servant, because at Simla you will be at the hotel, and I don't think Ronny's Baldeo . . ." She loved plans. "Very well, you get another servant, and I'll keep Antony with me. I am used to hi... | both in India and engaged to be married, which double event should have made every instant sublime. India was certainly dim this morning, though seen under the auspices of Indians. Her wish had been granted, but too late. She could not get excited over Aziz and his arrangements. She was not the least unhappy or depress... | perfect like Mrs. Moore, but very sincere and kind. Wonderful ladies, both of them, and for one precious morning his guests. He felt important and competent. Fielding was a loss personally, being a friend, increasingly dear, yet if Fielding had come, he himself would have remained in leading-strings. "Indians are incap... | has decided me." Mrs. Moore thought that Antony's better self would come to the front at Simla. Miss Quested was to be married at Simla; some cousins, with a house looking straight on to Thibet, had invited her. "Anyhow, we must get a second servant, because at Simla you will be at the hotel, and I don't think Ronny's ... | A Passage To India |
announced the girl. | No speaker | "I won't be bottled up,"<|quote|>announced the girl.</|quote|>"I've no patience with these | the world to get cooler. "I won't be bottled up,"<|quote|>announced the girl.</|quote|>"I've no patience with these women here who leave their | immediately after the wedding, which was what she had hoped to do. By May a barrier of fire would have fallen across India and the adjoining sea, and she would have to remain perched up in the Himalayas waiting for the world to get cooler. "I won't be bottled up,"<|quote|>announced the girl.</|quote|>"I've no patience ... | twenty years in this country.'" "I believe in the Hot Weather, but never did I suppose it would bottle me up as it will." For owing to the sage leisureliness of Ronny and Adela, they could not be married till May, and consequently Mrs. Moore could not return to England immediately after the wedding, which was what she ... | some cousins, with a house looking straight on to Thibet, had invited her. "Anyhow, we must get a second servant, because at Simla you will be at the hotel, and I don't think Ronny's Baldeo . . ." She loved plans. "Very well, you get another servant, and I'll keep Antony with me. I am used to his unappetizing ways. He ... | to be married, which double event should have made every instant sublime. India was certainly dim this morning, though seen under the auspices of Indians. Her wish had been granted, but too late. She could not get excited over Aziz and his arrangements. She was not the least unhappy or depressed, and the various odd ob... | very sincere and kind. Wonderful ladies, both of them, and for one precious morning his guests. He felt important and competent. Fielding was a loss personally, being a friend, increasingly dear, yet if Fielding had come, he himself would have remained in leading-strings. "Indians are incapable of responsibility," said... | Moore, who had hoped for a nap. "I want to sack Antony. His behaviour on the platform has decided me." Mrs. Moore thought that Antony's better self would come to the front at Simla. Miss Quested was to be married at Simla; some cousins, with a house looking straight on to Thibet, had invited her. "Anyhow, we must get a... | A Passage To India |
"I've no patience with these women here who leave their husbands grilling in the plains. Mrs. McBryde hasn't stopped down once since she married; she leaves her quite intelligent husband alone half the year, and then's surprised she's out of touch with him." | Adela Quested | bottled up," announced the girl.<|quote|>"I've no patience with these women here who leave their husbands grilling in the plains. Mrs. McBryde hasn't stopped down once since she married; she leaves her quite intelligent husband alone half the year, and then's surprised she's out of touch with him."</|quote|>"She has ch... | get cooler. "I won't be bottled up," announced the girl.<|quote|>"I've no patience with these women here who leave their husbands grilling in the plains. Mrs. McBryde hasn't stopped down once since she married; she leaves her quite intelligent husband alone half the year, and then's surprised she's out of touch with hi... | wedding, which was what she had hoped to do. By May a barrier of fire would have fallen across India and the adjoining sea, and she would have to remain perched up in the Himalayas waiting for the world to get cooler. "I won't be bottled up," announced the girl.<|quote|>"I've no patience with these women here who leave... | this country.'" "I believe in the Hot Weather, but never did I suppose it would bottle me up as it will." For owing to the sage leisureliness of Ronny and Adela, they could not be married till May, and consequently Mrs. Moore could not return to England immediately after the wedding, which was what she had hoped to do.... | a house looking straight on to Thibet, had invited her. "Anyhow, we must get a second servant, because at Simla you will be at the hotel, and I don't think Ronny's Baldeo . . ." She loved plans. "Very well, you get another servant, and I'll keep Antony with me. I am used to his unappetizing ways. He will see me through... | which double event should have made every instant sublime. India was certainly dim this morning, though seen under the auspices of Indians. Her wish had been granted, but too late. She could not get excited over Aziz and his arrangements. She was not the least unhappy or depressed, and the various odd objects that surr... | kind. Wonderful ladies, both of them, and for one precious morning his guests. He felt important and competent. Fielding was a loss personally, being a friend, increasingly dear, yet if Fielding had come, he himself would have remained in leading-strings. "Indians are incapable of responsibility," said the officials, a... | into her mind. So she tried to find comfort by reflecting that her main interest would henceforward be Ronny. "What a nice cheerful servant! What a relief after Antony!" "They startle one rather. A strange place to make tea in," said Mrs. Moore, who had hoped for a nap. "I want to sack Antony. His behaviour on the plat... | A Passage To India |
"She has children, you see." | Mrs. Moore | out of touch with him."<|quote|>"She has children, you see."</|quote|>"Oh yes, that's true," said | year, and then's surprised she's out of touch with him."<|quote|>"She has children, you see."</|quote|>"Oh yes, that's true," said Miss Quested, disconcerted. "It is | won't be bottled up," announced the girl. "I've no patience with these women here who leave their husbands grilling in the plains. Mrs. McBryde hasn't stopped down once since she married; she leaves her quite intelligent husband alone half the year, and then's surprised she's out of touch with him."<|quote|>"She has ch... | not return to England immediately after the wedding, which was what she had hoped to do. By May a barrier of fire would have fallen across India and the adjoining sea, and she would have to remain perched up in the Himalayas waiting for the world to get cooler. "I won't be bottled up," announced the girl. "I've no pati... | servant, and I'll keep Antony with me. I am used to his unappetizing ways. He will see me through the Hot Weather." "I don't believe in the Hot Weather. People like Major Callendar who always talk about it it's in the hope of making one feel inexperienced and small, like their everlasting, I've been twenty years in thi... | the least unhappy or depressed, and the various odd objects that surrounded her the comic "purdah" carriage, the piles of rugs and bolsters, the rolling melons, the scent of sweet oils, the ladder, the brass-bound box, the sudden irruption of Mahmoud Ali's butler from the lavatory with tea and poached eggs upon a tray ... | of responsibility," said the officials, and Hamidullah sometimes said so too. He would show those pessimists that they were wrong. Smiling proudly, he glanced outward at the country, which was still invisible except as a dark movement in the darkness; then upwards at the sky, where the stars of the sprawling Scorpion h... | that Mrs. Moore and Miss Quested had felt nothing acutely for a fortnight. Ever since Professor Godbole had sung his queer little song, they had lived more or less inside cocoons, and the difference between them was that the elder lady accepted her own apathy, while the younger resented hers. It was Adela's faith that ... | A Passage To India |
"Oh yes, that's true," | Adela Quested | "She has children, you see."<|quote|>"Oh yes, that's true,"</|quote|>said Miss Quested, disconcerted. "It | out of touch with him." "She has children, you see."<|quote|>"Oh yes, that's true,"</|quote|>said Miss Quested, disconcerted. "It is the children who are | the girl. "I've no patience with these women here who leave their husbands grilling in the plains. Mrs. McBryde hasn't stopped down once since she married; she leaves her quite intelligent husband alone half the year, and then's surprised she's out of touch with him." "She has children, you see."<|quote|>"Oh yes, that'... | after the wedding, which was what she had hoped to do. By May a barrier of fire would have fallen across India and the adjoining sea, and she would have to remain perched up in the Himalayas waiting for the world to get cooler. "I won't be bottled up," announced the girl. "I've no patience with these women here who lea... | with me. I am used to his unappetizing ways. He will see me through the Hot Weather." "I don't believe in the Hot Weather. People like Major Callendar who always talk about it it's in the hope of making one feel inexperienced and small, like their everlasting, I've been twenty years in this country.'" "I believe in the... | and the various odd objects that surrounded her the comic "purdah" carriage, the piles of rugs and bolsters, the rolling melons, the scent of sweet oils, the ladder, the brass-bound box, the sudden irruption of Mahmoud Ali's butler from the lavatory with tea and poached eggs upon a tray they were all new and amusing, a... | and Hamidullah sometimes said so too. He would show those pessimists that they were wrong. Smiling proudly, he glanced outward at the country, which was still invisible except as a dark movement in the darkness; then upwards at the sky, where the stars of the sprawling Scorpion had begun to pale. Then he dived through ... | servant, and I'll keep Antony with me. I am used to his unappetizing ways. He will see me through the Hot Weather." "I don't believe in the Hot Weather. People like Major Callendar who always talk about it it's in the hope of making one feel inexperienced and small, like their everlasting, I've been twenty years in thi... | A Passage To India |
said Miss Quested, disconcerted. | No speaker | see." "Oh yes, that's true,"<|quote|>said Miss Quested, disconcerted.</|quote|>"It is the children who | him." "She has children, you see." "Oh yes, that's true,"<|quote|>said Miss Quested, disconcerted.</|quote|>"It is the children who are the first consideration. Until | patience with these women here who leave their husbands grilling in the plains. Mrs. McBryde hasn't stopped down once since she married; she leaves her quite intelligent husband alone half the year, and then's surprised she's out of touch with him." "She has children, you see." "Oh yes, that's true,"<|quote|>said Miss ... | was what she had hoped to do. By May a barrier of fire would have fallen across India and the adjoining sea, and she would have to remain perched up in the Himalayas waiting for the world to get cooler. "I won't be bottled up," announced the girl. "I've no patience with these women here who leave their husbands grillin... | used to his unappetizing ways. He will see me through the Hot Weather." "I don't believe in the Hot Weather. People like Major Callendar who always talk about it it's in the hope of making one feel inexperienced and small, like their everlasting, I've been twenty years in this country.'" "I believe in the Hot Weather, ... | objects that surrounded her the comic "purdah" carriage, the piles of rugs and bolsters, the rolling melons, the scent of sweet oils, the ladder, the brass-bound box, the sudden irruption of Mahmoud Ali's butler from the lavatory with tea and poached eggs upon a tray they were all new and amusing, and led her to commen... | so too. He would show those pessimists that they were wrong. Smiling proudly, he glanced outward at the country, which was still invisible except as a dark movement in the darkness; then upwards at the sky, where the stars of the sprawling Scorpion had begun to pale. Then he dived through a window into a second-class c... | her youth. She was particularly vexed now because she was both in India and engaged to be married, which double event should have made every instant sublime. India was certainly dim this morning, though seen under the auspices of Indians. Her wish had been granted, but too late. She could not get excited over Aziz and ... | A Passage To India |
"It is the children who are the first consideration. Until they are grown up, and married off. When that happens one has again the right to live for oneself in the plains or the hills, as suits." | Mrs. Moore | true," said Miss Quested, disconcerted.<|quote|>"It is the children who are the first consideration. Until they are grown up, and married off. When that happens one has again the right to live for oneself in the plains or the hills, as suits."</|quote|>"Oh yes, you're perfectly right. | you see." "Oh yes, that's true," said Miss Quested, disconcerted.<|quote|>"It is the children who are the first consideration. Until they are grown up, and married off. When that happens one has again the right to live for oneself in the plains or the hills, as suits."</|quote|>"Oh yes, you're perfectly right. I never ... | here who leave their husbands grilling in the plains. Mrs. McBryde hasn't stopped down once since she married; she leaves her quite intelligent husband alone half the year, and then's surprised she's out of touch with him." "She has children, you see." "Oh yes, that's true," said Miss Quested, disconcerted.<|quote|>"It... | hoped to do. By May a barrier of fire would have fallen across India and the adjoining sea, and she would have to remain perched up in the Himalayas waiting for the world to get cooler. "I won't be bottled up," announced the girl. "I've no patience with these women here who leave their husbands grilling in the plains. ... | ways. He will see me through the Hot Weather." "I don't believe in the Hot Weather. People like Major Callendar who always talk about it it's in the hope of making one feel inexperienced and small, like their everlasting, I've been twenty years in this country.'" "I believe in the Hot Weather, but never did I suppose i... | the comic "purdah" carriage, the piles of rugs and bolsters, the rolling melons, the scent of sweet oils, the ladder, the brass-bound box, the sudden irruption of Mahmoud Ali's butler from the lavatory with tea and poached eggs upon a tray they were all new and amusing, and led her to comment appropriately, but they wo... | show those pessimists that they were wrong. Smiling proudly, he glanced outward at the country, which was still invisible except as a dark movement in the darkness; then upwards at the sky, where the stars of the sprawling Scorpion had begun to pale. Then he dived through a window into a second-class carriage. "Mohamme... | the front at Simla. Miss Quested was to be married at Simla; some cousins, with a house looking straight on to Thibet, had invited her. "Anyhow, we must get a second servant, because at Simla you will be at the hotel, and I don't think Ronny's Baldeo . . ." She loved plans. "Very well, you get another servant, and I'll... | A Passage To India |
"Oh yes, you're perfectly right. I never thought it out." | Adela Quested | or the hills, as suits."<|quote|>"Oh yes, you're perfectly right. I never thought it out."</|quote|>"If one has not become | for oneself in the plains or the hills, as suits."<|quote|>"Oh yes, you're perfectly right. I never thought it out."</|quote|>"If one has not become too stupid and old." She | "She has children, you see." "Oh yes, that's true," said Miss Quested, disconcerted. "It is the children who are the first consideration. Until they are grown up, and married off. When that happens one has again the right to live for oneself in the plains or the hills, as suits."<|quote|>"Oh yes, you're perfectly right... | won't be bottled up," announced the girl. "I've no patience with these women here who leave their husbands grilling in the plains. Mrs. McBryde hasn't stopped down once since she married; she leaves her quite intelligent husband alone half the year, and then's surprised she's out of touch with him." "She has children, ... | their everlasting, I've been twenty years in this country.'" "I believe in the Hot Weather, but never did I suppose it would bottle me up as it will." For owing to the sage leisureliness of Ronny and Adela, they could not be married till May, and consequently Mrs. Moore could not return to England immediately after the... | eggs upon a tray they were all new and amusing, and led her to comment appropriately, but they wouldn't bite into her mind. So she tried to find comfort by reflecting that her main interest would henceforward be Ronny. "What a nice cheerful servant! What a relief after Antony!" "They startle one rather. A strange place... | sprawling Scorpion had begun to pale. Then he dived through a window into a second-class carriage. "Mohammed Latif, by the way, what is in these caves, brother? Why are we all going to see them?" Such a question was beyond the poor relative's scope. He could only reply that God and the local villagers knew, and that th... | between them was that the elder lady accepted her own apathy, while the younger resented hers. It was Adela's faith that the whole stream of events is important and interesting, and if she grew bored she blamed herself severely and compelled her lips to utter enthusiasms. This was the only insincerity in a character ot... | A Passage To India |
"If one has not become too stupid and old." | Mrs. Moore | I never thought it out."<|quote|>"If one has not become too stupid and old."</|quote|>She handed her empty cup | "Oh yes, you're perfectly right. I never thought it out."<|quote|>"If one has not become too stupid and old."</|quote|>She handed her empty cup to the servant. "My idea | Miss Quested, disconcerted. "It is the children who are the first consideration. Until they are grown up, and married off. When that happens one has again the right to live for oneself in the plains or the hills, as suits." "Oh yes, you're perfectly right. I never thought it out."<|quote|>"If one has not become too stu... | with these women here who leave their husbands grilling in the plains. Mrs. McBryde hasn't stopped down once since she married; she leaves her quite intelligent husband alone half the year, and then's surprised she's out of touch with him." "She has children, you see." "Oh yes, that's true," said Miss Quested, disconce... | believe in the Hot Weather, but never did I suppose it would bottle me up as it will." For owing to the sage leisureliness of Ronny and Adela, they could not be married till May, and consequently Mrs. Moore could not return to England immediately after the wedding, which was what she had hoped to do. By May a barrier o... | and led her to comment appropriately, but they wouldn't bite into her mind. So she tried to find comfort by reflecting that her main interest would henceforward be Ronny. "What a nice cheerful servant! What a relief after Antony!" "They startle one rather. A strange place to make tea in," said Mrs. Moore, who had hoped... | a window into a second-class carriage. "Mohammed Latif, by the way, what is in these caves, brother? Why are we all going to see them?" Such a question was beyond the poor relative's scope. He could only reply that God and the local villagers knew, and that the latter would gladly act as guides. CHAPTER XIV Most of lif... | elder lady accepted her own apathy, while the younger resented hers. It was Adela's faith that the whole stream of events is important and interesting, and if she grew bored she blamed herself severely and compelled her lips to utter enthusiasms. This was the only insincerity in a character otherwise sincere, and it wa... | A Passage To India |
She handed her empty cup to the servant. | No speaker | become too stupid and old."<|quote|>She handed her empty cup to the servant.</|quote|>"My idea now is that | out." "If one has not become too stupid and old."<|quote|>She handed her empty cup to the servant.</|quote|>"My idea now is that my cousins shall find me | the first consideration. Until they are grown up, and married off. When that happens one has again the right to live for oneself in the plains or the hills, as suits." "Oh yes, you're perfectly right. I never thought it out." "If one has not become too stupid and old."<|quote|>She handed her empty cup to the servant.</... | in the plains. Mrs. McBryde hasn't stopped down once since she married; she leaves her quite intelligent husband alone half the year, and then's surprised she's out of touch with him." "She has children, you see." "Oh yes, that's true," said Miss Quested, disconcerted. "It is the children who are the first consideratio... | suppose it would bottle me up as it will." For owing to the sage leisureliness of Ronny and Adela, they could not be married till May, and consequently Mrs. Moore could not return to England immediately after the wedding, which was what she had hoped to do. By May a barrier of fire would have fallen across India and th... | bite into her mind. So she tried to find comfort by reflecting that her main interest would henceforward be Ronny. "What a nice cheerful servant! What a relief after Antony!" "They startle one rather. A strange place to make tea in," said Mrs. Moore, who had hoped for a nap. "I want to sack Antony. His behaviour on the... | the way, what is in these caves, brother? Why are we all going to see them?" Such a question was beyond the poor relative's scope. He could only reply that God and the local villagers knew, and that the latter would gladly act as guides. CHAPTER XIV Most of life is so dull that there is nothing to be said about it, and... | years in this country.'" "I believe in the Hot Weather, but never did I suppose it would bottle me up as it will." For owing to the sage leisureliness of Ronny and Adela, they could not be married till May, and consequently Mrs. Moore could not return to England immediately after the wedding, which was what she had hop... | A Passage To India |
"My idea now is that my cousins shall find me a servant in Simla, at all events to see me through the wedding, after which Ronny means to reorganize his staff entirely. He does it very well for a bachelor; still, when he is married no doubt various changes will have to be made his old servants won't want to take their ... | Adela Quested | empty cup to the servant.<|quote|>"My idea now is that my cousins shall find me a servant in Simla, at all events to see me through the wedding, after which Ronny means to reorganize his staff entirely. He does it very well for a bachelor; still, when he is married no doubt various changes will have to be made his old ... | and old." She handed her empty cup to the servant.<|quote|>"My idea now is that my cousins shall find me a servant in Simla, at all events to see me through the wedding, after which Ronny means to reorganize his staff entirely. He does it very well for a bachelor; still, when he is married no doubt various changes will... | and married off. When that happens one has again the right to live for oneself in the plains or the hills, as suits." "Oh yes, you're perfectly right. I never thought it out." "If one has not become too stupid and old." She handed her empty cup to the servant.<|quote|>"My idea now is that my cousins shall find me a ser... | once since she married; she leaves her quite intelligent husband alone half the year, and then's surprised she's out of touch with him." "She has children, you see." "Oh yes, that's true," said Miss Quested, disconcerted. "It is the children who are the first consideration. Until they are grown up, and married off. Whe... | will." For owing to the sage leisureliness of Ronny and Adela, they could not be married till May, and consequently Mrs. Moore could not return to England immediately after the wedding, which was what she had hoped to do. By May a barrier of fire would have fallen across India and the adjoining sea, and she would have ... | find comfort by reflecting that her main interest would henceforward be Ronny. "What a nice cheerful servant! What a relief after Antony!" "They startle one rather. A strange place to make tea in," said Mrs. Moore, who had hoped for a nap. "I want to sack Antony. His behaviour on the platform has decided me." Mrs. Moor... | Why are we all going to see them?" Such a question was beyond the poor relative's scope. He could only reply that God and the local villagers knew, and that the latter would gladly act as guides. CHAPTER XIV Most of life is so dull that there is nothing to be said about it, and the books and talk that would describe it... | loved plans. "Very well, you get another servant, and I'll keep Antony with me. I am used to his unappetizing ways. He will see me through the Hot Weather." "I don't believe in the Hot Weather. People like Major Callendar who always talk about it it's in the hope of making one feel inexperienced and small, like their e... | A Passage To India |
Mrs. Moore pushed up the shutters and looked out. She had brought Ronny and Adela together by their mutual wish, but really she could not advise them further. She felt increasingly (vision or nightmare?) that, though people are important, the relations between them are not, and that in particular too much fuss has been... | No speaker | and I don't blame them."<|quote|>Mrs. Moore pushed up the shutters and looked out. She had brought Ronny and Adela together by their mutual wish, but really she could not advise them further. She felt increasingly (vision or nightmare?) that, though people are important, the relations between them are not, and that in ... | take their orders from me, and I don't blame them."<|quote|>Mrs. Moore pushed up the shutters and looked out. She had brought Ronny and Adela together by their mutual wish, but really she could not advise them further. She felt increasingly (vision or nightmare?) that, though people are important, the relations between... | through the wedding, after which Ronny means to reorganize his staff entirely. He does it very well for a bachelor; still, when he is married no doubt various changes will have to be made his old servants won't want to take their orders from me, and I don't blame them."<|quote|>Mrs. Moore pushed up the shutters and loo... | hills, as suits." "Oh yes, you're perfectly right. I never thought it out." "If one has not become too stupid and old." She handed her empty cup to the servant. "My idea now is that my cousins shall find me a servant in Simla, at all events to see me through the wedding, after which Ronny means to reorganize his staff ... | get cooler. "I won't be bottled up," announced the girl. "I've no patience with these women here who leave their husbands grilling in the plains. Mrs. McBryde hasn't stopped down once since she married; she leaves her quite intelligent husband alone half the year, and then's surprised she's out of touch with him." "She... | Quested was to be married at Simla; some cousins, with a house looking straight on to Thibet, had invited her. "Anyhow, we must get a second servant, because at Simla you will be at the hotel, and I don't think Ronny's Baldeo . . ." She loved plans. "Very well, you get another servant, and I'll keep Antony with me. I a... | the hope of justifying their own existence. Inside its cocoon of work or social obligation, the human spirit slumbers for the most part, registering the distinction between pleasure and pain, but not nearly as alert as we pretend. There are periods in the most thrilling day during which nothing happens, and though we c... | leisureliness of Ronny and Adela, they could not be married till May, and consequently Mrs. Moore could not return to England immediately after the wedding, which was what she had hoped to do. By May a barrier of fire would have fallen across India and the adjoining sea, and she would have to remain perched up in the H... | A Passage To India |
"Anything to be seen of the hills?" | Adela Quested | take hold of her hand.<|quote|>"Anything to be seen of the hills?"</|quote|>"Only various shades of the | person who was trying to take hold of her hand.<|quote|>"Anything to be seen of the hills?"</|quote|>"Only various shades of the dark." "We can't be far | and that in particular too much fuss has been made over marriage; centuries of carnal embracement, yet man is no nearer to understanding man. And to-day she felt this with such force that it seemed itself a relationship, itself a person who was trying to take hold of her hand.<|quote|>"Anything to be seen of the hills?... | and I don't blame them." Mrs. Moore pushed up the shutters and looked out. She had brought Ronny and Adela together by their mutual wish, but really she could not advise them further. She felt increasingly (vision or nightmare?) that, though people are important, the relations between them are not, and that in particul... | in the plains or the hills, as suits." "Oh yes, you're perfectly right. I never thought it out." "If one has not become too stupid and old." She handed her empty cup to the servant. "My idea now is that my cousins shall find me a servant in Simla, at all events to see me through the wedding, after which Ronny means to ... | of making one feel inexperienced and small, like their everlasting, I've been twenty years in this country.'" "I believe in the Hot Weather, but never did I suppose it would bottle me up as it will." For owing to the sage leisureliness of Ronny and Adela, they could not be married till May, and consequently Mrs. Moore ... | Mrs. Moore and Miss Quested had felt nothing acutely for a fortnight. Ever since Professor Godbole had sung his queer little song, they had lived more or less inside cocoons, and the difference between them was that the elder lady accepted her own apathy, while the younger resented hers. It was Adela's faith that the w... | sea, and she would have to remain perched up in the Himalayas waiting for the world to get cooler. "I won't be bottled up," announced the girl. "I've no patience with these women here who leave their husbands grilling in the plains. Mrs. McBryde hasn't stopped down once since she married; she leaves her quite intellige... | A Passage To India |
"Only various shades of the dark." | Mrs. Moore | be seen of the hills?"<|quote|>"Only various shades of the dark."</|quote|>"We can't be far from | of her hand. "Anything to be seen of the hills?"<|quote|>"Only various shades of the dark."</|quote|>"We can't be far from the place where my hyena | has been made over marriage; centuries of carnal embracement, yet man is no nearer to understanding man. And to-day she felt this with such force that it seemed itself a relationship, itself a person who was trying to take hold of her hand. "Anything to be seen of the hills?"<|quote|>"Only various shades of the dark."<... | pushed up the shutters and looked out. She had brought Ronny and Adela together by their mutual wish, but really she could not advise them further. She felt increasingly (vision or nightmare?) that, though people are important, the relations between them are not, and that in particular too much fuss has been made over ... | suits." "Oh yes, you're perfectly right. I never thought it out." "If one has not become too stupid and old." She handed her empty cup to the servant. "My idea now is that my cousins shall find me a servant in Simla, at all events to see me through the wedding, after which Ronny means to reorganize his staff entirely. ... | like their everlasting, I've been twenty years in this country.'" "I believe in the Hot Weather, but never did I suppose it would bottle me up as it will." For owing to the sage leisureliness of Ronny and Adela, they could not be married till May, and consequently Mrs. Moore could not return to England immediately afte... | nothing acutely for a fortnight. Ever since Professor Godbole had sung his queer little song, they had lived more or less inside cocoons, and the difference between them was that the elder lady accepted her own apathy, while the younger resented hers. It was Adela's faith that the whole stream of events is important an... | plains. Mrs. McBryde hasn't stopped down once since she married; she leaves her quite intelligent husband alone half the year, and then's surprised she's out of touch with him." "She has children, you see." "Oh yes, that's true," said Miss Quested, disconcerted. "It is the children who are the first consideration. Unti... | A Passage To India |
"We can't be far from the place where my hyena was." | Adela Quested | various shades of the dark."<|quote|>"We can't be far from the place where my hyena was."</|quote|>She peered into the timeless | seen of the hills?" "Only various shades of the dark."<|quote|>"We can't be far from the place where my hyena was."</|quote|>She peered into the timeless twilight. The train crossed a | of carnal embracement, yet man is no nearer to understanding man. And to-day she felt this with such force that it seemed itself a relationship, itself a person who was trying to take hold of her hand. "Anything to be seen of the hills?" "Only various shades of the dark."<|quote|>"We can't be far from the place where m... | out. She had brought Ronny and Adela together by their mutual wish, but really she could not advise them further. She felt increasingly (vision or nightmare?) that, though people are important, the relations between them are not, and that in particular too much fuss has been made over marriage; centuries of carnal embr... | I never thought it out." "If one has not become too stupid and old." She handed her empty cup to the servant. "My idea now is that my cousins shall find me a servant in Simla, at all events to see me through the wedding, after which Ronny means to reorganize his staff entirely. He does it very well for a bachelor; stil... | years in this country.'" "I believe in the Hot Weather, but never did I suppose it would bottle me up as it will." For owing to the sage leisureliness of Ronny and Adela, they could not be married till May, and consequently Mrs. Moore could not return to England immediately after the wedding, which was what she had hop... | since Professor Godbole had sung his queer little song, they had lived more or less inside cocoons, and the difference between them was that the elder lady accepted her own apathy, while the younger resented hers. It was Adela's faith that the whole stream of events is important and interesting, and if she grew bored s... | Quested was to be married at Simla; some cousins, with a house looking straight on to Thibet, had invited her. "Anyhow, we must get a second servant, because at Simla you will be at the hotel, and I don't think Ronny's Baldeo . . ." She loved plans. "Very well, you get another servant, and I'll keep Antony with me. I a... | A Passage To India |
She peered into the timeless twilight. The train crossed a nullah. "Pomper, pomper, pomper," was the sound that the wheels made as they trundled over the bridge, moving very slowly. A hundred yards on came a second nullah, then a third, suggesting the neighbourhood of higher ground. | No speaker | place where my hyena was."<|quote|>She peered into the timeless twilight. The train crossed a nullah. "Pomper, pomper, pomper," was the sound that the wheels made as they trundled over the bridge, moving very slowly. A hundred yards on came a second nullah, then a third, suggesting the neighbourhood of higher ground.</... | can't be far from the place where my hyena was."<|quote|>She peered into the timeless twilight. The train crossed a nullah. "Pomper, pomper, pomper," was the sound that the wheels made as they trundled over the bridge, moving very slowly. A hundred yards on came a second nullah, then a third, suggesting the neighbourho... | And to-day she felt this with such force that it seemed itself a relationship, itself a person who was trying to take hold of her hand. "Anything to be seen of the hills?" "Only various shades of the dark." "We can't be far from the place where my hyena was."<|quote|>She peered into the timeless twilight. The train cro... | wish, but really she could not advise them further. She felt increasingly (vision or nightmare?) that, though people are important, the relations between them are not, and that in particular too much fuss has been made over marriage; centuries of carnal embracement, yet man is no nearer to understanding man. And to-day... | stupid and old." She handed her empty cup to the servant. "My idea now is that my cousins shall find me a servant in Simla, at all events to see me through the wedding, after which Ronny means to reorganize his staff entirely. He does it very well for a bachelor; still, when he is married no doubt various changes will ... | never did I suppose it would bottle me up as it will." For owing to the sage leisureliness of Ronny and Adela, they could not be married till May, and consequently Mrs. Moore could not return to England immediately after the wedding, which was what she had hoped to do. By May a barrier of fire would have fallen across ... | lived more or less inside cocoons, and the difference between them was that the elder lady accepted her own apathy, while the younger resented hers. It was Adela's faith that the whole stream of events is important and interesting, and if she grew bored she blamed herself severely and compelled her lips to utter enthus... | did I suppose it would bottle me up as it will." For owing to the sage leisureliness of Ronny and Adela, they could not be married till May, and consequently Mrs. Moore could not return to England immediately after the wedding, which was what she had hoped to do. By May a barrier of fire would have fallen across India ... | A Passage To India |
"Perhaps this is mine; anyhow, the road runs parallel with the railway." | Adela Quested | the neighbourhood of higher ground.<|quote|>"Perhaps this is mine; anyhow, the road runs parallel with the railway."</|quote|>Her accident was a pleasant | nullah, then a third, suggesting the neighbourhood of higher ground.<|quote|>"Perhaps this is mine; anyhow, the road runs parallel with the railway."</|quote|>Her accident was a pleasant memory; she felt in her | my hyena was." She peered into the timeless twilight. The train crossed a nullah. "Pomper, pomper, pomper," was the sound that the wheels made as they trundled over the bridge, moving very slowly. A hundred yards on came a second nullah, then a third, suggesting the neighbourhood of higher ground.<|quote|>"Perhaps this... | to understanding man. And to-day she felt this with such force that it seemed itself a relationship, itself a person who was trying to take hold of her hand. "Anything to be seen of the hills?" "Only various shades of the dark." "We can't be far from the place where my hyena was." She peered into the timeless twilight.... | well for a bachelor; still, when he is married no doubt various changes will have to be made his old servants won't want to take their orders from me, and I don't blame them." Mrs. Moore pushed up the shutters and looked out. She had brought Ronny and Adela together by their mutual wish, but really she could not advise... | hoped to do. By May a barrier of fire would have fallen across India and the adjoining sea, and she would have to remain perched up in the Himalayas waiting for the world to get cooler. "I won't be bottled up," announced the girl. "I've no patience with these women here who leave their husbands grilling in the plains. ... | severely and compelled her lips to utter enthusiasms. This was the only insincerity in a character otherwise sincere, and it was indeed the intellectual protest of her youth. She was particularly vexed now because she was both in India and engaged to be married, which double event should have made every instant sublime... | self would come to the front at Simla. Miss Quested was to be married at Simla; some cousins, with a house looking straight on to Thibet, had invited her. "Anyhow, we must get a second servant, because at Simla you will be at the hotel, and I don't think Ronny's Baldeo . . ." She loved plans. "Very well, you get anothe... | A Passage To India |
Her accident was a pleasant memory; she felt in her dry, honest way that it had given her a good shake up, and taught her Ronny's true worth. Then she went back to her plans; plans had been a passion with her from girlhood. Now and then she paid tribute to the present, said how friendly and intelligent Aziz was, ate a ... | No speaker | runs parallel with the railway."<|quote|>Her accident was a pleasant memory; she felt in her dry, honest way that it had given her a good shake up, and taught her Ronny's true worth. Then she went back to her plans; plans had been a passion with her from girlhood. Now and then she paid tribute to the present, said how ... | is mine; anyhow, the road runs parallel with the railway."<|quote|>Her accident was a pleasant memory; she felt in her dry, honest way that it had given her a good shake up, and taught her Ronny's true worth. Then she went back to her plans; plans had been a passion with her from girlhood. Now and then she paid tribute... | a nullah. "Pomper, pomper, pomper," was the sound that the wheels made as they trundled over the bridge, moving very slowly. A hundred yards on came a second nullah, then a third, suggesting the neighbourhood of higher ground. "Perhaps this is mine; anyhow, the road runs parallel with the railway."<|quote|>Her accident... | it seemed itself a relationship, itself a person who was trying to take hold of her hand. "Anything to be seen of the hills?" "Only various shades of the dark." "We can't be far from the place where my hyena was." She peered into the timeless twilight. The train crossed a nullah. "Pomper, pomper, pomper," was the sound... | changes will have to be made his old servants won't want to take their orders from me, and I don't blame them." Mrs. Moore pushed up the shutters and looked out. She had brought Ronny and Adela together by their mutual wish, but really she could not advise them further. She felt increasingly (vision or nightmare?) that... | across India and the adjoining sea, and she would have to remain perched up in the Himalayas waiting for the world to get cooler. "I won't be bottled up," announced the girl. "I've no patience with these women here who leave their husbands grilling in the plains. Mrs. McBryde hasn't stopped down once since she married;... | insincerity in a character otherwise sincere, and it was indeed the intellectual protest of her youth. She was particularly vexed now because she was both in India and engaged to be married, which double event should have made every instant sublime. India was certainly dim this morning, though seen under the auspices o... | husbands grilling in the plains. Mrs. McBryde hasn't stopped down once since she married; she leaves her quite intelligent husband alone half the year, and then's surprised she's out of touch with him." "She has children, you see." "Oh yes, that's true," said Miss Quested, disconcerted. "It is the children who are the ... | A Passage To India |
"I will fetch you from Simla when it's cool enough. I will unbottle you in fact," | Adela Quested | a promise, only an appeal.<|quote|>"I will fetch you from Simla when it's cool enough. I will unbottle you in fact,"</|quote|>continued the reliable girl. "We | never defined. She is not a promise, only an appeal.<|quote|>"I will fetch you from Simla when it's cool enough. I will unbottle you in fact,"</|quote|>continued the reliable girl. "We then see some of the | who cannot find their way home. India knows of their trouble. She knows of the whole world's trouble, to its uttermost depth. She calls "Come" through her hundred mouths, through objects ridiculous and august. But come to what? She has never defined. She is not a promise, only an appeal.<|quote|>"I will fetch you from ... | side tracks, paths fray out into the cultivation, and disappear near a splash of red paint. How can the mind take hold of such a country? Generations of invaders have tried, but they remain in exile. The important towns they build are only retreats, their quarrels the malaise of men who cannot find their way home. Indi... | passenger of importance in any of its carriages, the branch-line train, lost on a low embankment between dull fields. Its message for it had one avoided her well-equipped mind. Far away behind her, with a shriek that meant business, rushed the Mail, connecting up important towns such as Calcutta and Lahore, where inter... | hills?" "Only various shades of the dark." "We can't be far from the place where my hyena was." She peered into the timeless twilight. The train crossed a nullah. "Pomper, pomper, pomper," was the sound that the wheels made as they trundled over the bridge, moving very slowly. A hundred yards on came a second nullah, t... | small, like their everlasting, I've been twenty years in this country.'" "I believe in the Hot Weather, but never did I suppose it would bottle me up as it will." For owing to the sage leisureliness of Ronny and Adela, they could not be married till May, and consequently Mrs. Moore could not return to England immediate... | Ronny and Adela together by their mutual wish, but really she could not advise them further. She felt increasingly (vision or nightmare?) that, though people are important, the relations between them are not, and that in particular too much fuss has been made over marriage; centuries of carnal embracement, yet man is n... | A Passage To India |
continued the reliable girl. | No speaker | will unbottle you in fact,"<|quote|>continued the reliable girl.</|quote|>"We then see some of | when it's cool enough. I will unbottle you in fact,"<|quote|>continued the reliable girl.</|quote|>"We then see some of the Mogul stuff how appalling | world's trouble, to its uttermost depth. She calls "Come" through her hundred mouths, through objects ridiculous and august. But come to what? She has never defined. She is not a promise, only an appeal. "I will fetch you from Simla when it's cool enough. I will unbottle you in fact,"<|quote|>continued the reliable gir... | How can the mind take hold of such a country? Generations of invaders have tried, but they remain in exile. The important towns they build are only retreats, their quarrels the malaise of men who cannot find their way home. India knows of their trouble. She knows of the whole world's trouble, to its uttermost depth. Sh... | between dull fields. Its message for it had one avoided her well-equipped mind. Far away behind her, with a shriek that meant business, rushed the Mail, connecting up important towns such as Calcutta and Lahore, where interesting events occur and personalities are developed. She understood that. Unfortunately, India ha... | hyena was." She peered into the timeless twilight. The train crossed a nullah. "Pomper, pomper, pomper," was the sound that the wheels made as they trundled over the bridge, moving very slowly. A hundred yards on came a second nullah, then a third, suggesting the neighbourhood of higher ground. "Perhaps this is mine; a... | Weather, but never did I suppose it would bottle me up as it will." For owing to the sage leisureliness of Ronny and Adela, they could not be married till May, and consequently Mrs. Moore could not return to England immediately after the wedding, which was what she had hoped to do. By May a barrier of fire would have f... | crossed a nullah. "Pomper, pomper, pomper," was the sound that the wheels made as they trundled over the bridge, moving very slowly. A hundred yards on came a second nullah, then a third, suggesting the neighbourhood of higher ground. "Perhaps this is mine; anyhow, the road runs parallel with the railway." Her accident... | A Passage To India |
"We then see some of the Mogul stuff how appalling if we let you miss the Taj! and then I will see you off at Bombay. Your last glimpse of this country really shall be interesting." | Adela Quested | fact," continued the reliable girl.<|quote|>"We then see some of the Mogul stuff how appalling if we let you miss the Taj! and then I will see you off at Bombay. Your last glimpse of this country really shall be interesting."</|quote|>But Mrs. Moore had fallen | I will unbottle you in fact," continued the reliable girl.<|quote|>"We then see some of the Mogul stuff how appalling if we let you miss the Taj! and then I will see you off at Bombay. Your last glimpse of this country really shall be interesting."</|quote|>But Mrs. Moore had fallen asleep, exhausted by the early | uttermost depth. She calls "Come" through her hundred mouths, through objects ridiculous and august. But come to what? She has never defined. She is not a promise, only an appeal. "I will fetch you from Simla when it's cool enough. I will unbottle you in fact," continued the reliable girl.<|quote|>"We then see some of ... | take hold of such a country? Generations of invaders have tried, but they remain in exile. The important towns they build are only retreats, their quarrels the malaise of men who cannot find their way home. India knows of their trouble. She knows of the whole world's trouble, to its uttermost depth. She calls "Come" th... | message for it had one avoided her well-equipped mind. Far away behind her, with a shriek that meant business, rushed the Mail, connecting up important towns such as Calcutta and Lahore, where interesting events occur and personalities are developed. She understood that. Unfortunately, India has few important towns. In... | into the timeless twilight. The train crossed a nullah. "Pomper, pomper, pomper," was the sound that the wheels made as they trundled over the bridge, moving very slowly. A hundred yards on came a second nullah, then a third, suggesting the neighbourhood of higher ground. "Perhaps this is mine; anyhow, the road runs pa... | I suppose it would bottle me up as it will." For owing to the sage leisureliness of Ronny and Adela, they could not be married till May, and consequently Mrs. Moore could not return to England immediately after the wedding, which was what she had hoped to do. By May a barrier of fire would have fallen across India and ... | far from the place where my hyena was." She peered into the timeless twilight. The train crossed a nullah. "Pomper, pomper, pomper," was the sound that the wheels made as they trundled over the bridge, moving very slowly. A hundred yards on came a second nullah, then a third, suggesting the neighbourhood of higher grou... | A Passage To India |
But Mrs. Moore had fallen asleep, exhausted by the early start. She was in rather low health, and ought not to have attempted the expedition, but had pulled herself together in case the pleasure of the others should suffer. Her dreams were of the same texture, but there it was her other children who were wanting someth... | No speaker | country really shall be interesting."<|quote|>But Mrs. Moore had fallen asleep, exhausted by the early start. She was in rather low health, and ought not to have attempted the expedition, but had pulled herself together in case the pleasure of the others should suffer. Her dreams were of the same texture, but there it ... | Your last glimpse of this country really shall be interesting."<|quote|>But Mrs. Moore had fallen asleep, exhausted by the early start. She was in rather low health, and ought not to have attempted the expedition, but had pulled herself together in case the pleasure of the others should suffer. Her dreams were of the s... | when it's cool enough. I will unbottle you in fact," continued the reliable girl. "We then see some of the Mogul stuff how appalling if we let you miss the Taj! and then I will see you off at Bombay. Your last glimpse of this country really shall be interesting."<|quote|>But Mrs. Moore had fallen asleep, exhausted by t... | India knows of their trouble. She knows of the whole world's trouble, to its uttermost depth. She calls "Come" through her hundred mouths, through objects ridiculous and august. But come to what? She has never defined. She is not a promise, only an appeal. "I will fetch you from Simla when it's cool enough. I will unbo... | personalities are developed. She understood that. Unfortunately, India has few important towns. India is the country, fields, fields, then hills, jungle, hills, and more fields. The branch line stops, the road is only practicable for cars to a point, the bullock-carts lumber down the side tracks, paths fray out into th... | then a third, suggesting the neighbourhood of higher ground. "Perhaps this is mine; anyhow, the road runs parallel with the railway." Her accident was a pleasant memory; she felt in her dry, honest way that it had given her a good shake up, and taught her Ronny's true worth. Then she went back to her plans; plans had b... | immediately after the wedding, which was what she had hoped to do. By May a barrier of fire would have fallen across India and the adjoining sea, and she would have to remain perched up in the Himalayas waiting for the world to get cooler. "I won't be bottled up," announced the girl. "I've no patience with these women ... | and Burtons, the train accompanied her sentences, "pomper, pomper," the train half asleep, going nowhere in particular and with no passenger of importance in any of its carriages, the branch-line train, lost on a low embankment between dull fields. Its message for it had one avoided her well-equipped mind. Far away beh... | A Passage To India |
"They're rather wonderful." | Adela Quested | out of a window, saying,<|quote|>"They're rather wonderful."</|quote|>Astonishing even from the rise | ceased to plan, and leant out of a window, saying,<|quote|>"They're rather wonderful."</|quote|>Astonishing even from the rise of the civil station, here | were of the same texture, but there it was her other children who were wanting something, Stella and Ralph, and she was explaining to them that she could not be in two families at once. When she awoke, Adela had ceased to plan, and leant out of a window, saying,<|quote|>"They're rather wonderful."</|quote|>Astonishing ... | last glimpse of this country really shall be interesting." But Mrs. Moore had fallen asleep, exhausted by the early start. She was in rather low health, and ought not to have attempted the expedition, but had pulled herself together in case the pleasure of the others should suffer. Her dreams were of the same texture, ... | malaise of men who cannot find their way home. India knows of their trouble. She knows of the whole world's trouble, to its uttermost depth. She calls "Come" through her hundred mouths, through objects ridiculous and august. But come to what? She has never defined. She is not a promise, only an appeal. "I will fetch yo... | Urdu on the servant; but her thoughts ever veered to the manageable future, and to the Anglo-Indian life she had decided to endure. And as she appraised it with its adjuncts of Turtons and Burtons, the train accompanied her sentences, "pomper, pomper," the train half asleep, going nowhere in particular and with no pass... | out of touch with him." "She has children, you see." "Oh yes, that's true," said Miss Quested, disconcerted. "It is the children who are the first consideration. Until they are grown up, and married off. When that happens one has again the right to live for oneself in the plains or the hills, as suits." "Oh yes, you're... | pomper," the train half asleep, going nowhere in particular and with no passenger of importance in any of its carriages, the branch-line train, lost on a low embankment between dull fields. Its message for it had one avoided her well-equipped mind. Far away behind her, with a shriek that meant business, rushed the Mail... | A Passage To India |
Astonishing even from the rise of the civil station, here the Marabar were gods to whom earth is a ghost. Kawa Dol was nearest. It shot up in a single slab, on whose summit one rock was poised if a mass so great can be called one rock. Behind it, recumbent, were the hills that contained the other caves, isolated each f... | No speaker | window, saying, "They're rather wonderful."<|quote|>Astonishing even from the rise of the civil station, here the Marabar were gods to whom earth is a ghost. Kawa Dol was nearest. It shot up in a single slab, on whose summit one rock was poised if a mass so great can be called one rock. Behind it, recumbent, were the h... | and leant out of a window, saying, "They're rather wonderful."<|quote|>Astonishing even from the rise of the civil station, here the Marabar were gods to whom earth is a ghost. Kawa Dol was nearest. It shot up in a single slab, on whose summit one rock was poised if a mass so great can be called one rock. Behind it, re... | same texture, but there it was her other children who were wanting something, Stella and Ralph, and she was explaining to them that she could not be in two families at once. When she awoke, Adela had ceased to plan, and leant out of a window, saying, "They're rather wonderful."<|quote|>Astonishing even from the rise of... | this country really shall be interesting." But Mrs. Moore had fallen asleep, exhausted by the early start. She was in rather low health, and ought not to have attempted the expedition, but had pulled herself together in case the pleasure of the others should suffer. Her dreams were of the same texture, but there it was... | who cannot find their way home. India knows of their trouble. She knows of the whole world's trouble, to its uttermost depth. She calls "Come" through her hundred mouths, through objects ridiculous and august. But come to what? She has never defined. She is not a promise, only an appeal. "I will fetch you from Simla wh... | servant; but her thoughts ever veered to the manageable future, and to the Anglo-Indian life she had decided to endure. And as she appraised it with its adjuncts of Turtons and Burtons, the train accompanied her sentences, "pomper, pomper," the train half asleep, going nowhere in particular and with no passenger of imp... | with him." "She has children, you see." "Oh yes, that's true," said Miss Quested, disconcerted. "It is the children who are the first consideration. Until they are grown up, and married off. When that happens one has again the right to live for oneself in the plains or the hills, as suits." "Oh yes, you're perfectly ri... | going nowhere in particular and with no passenger of importance in any of its carriages, the branch-line train, lost on a low embankment between dull fields. Its message for it had one avoided her well-equipped mind. Far away behind her, with a shriek that meant business, rushed the Mail, connecting up important towns ... | A Passage To India |
"I'ld not have missed this for anything," | Adela Quested | as if observing its arrival.<|quote|>"I'ld not have missed this for anything,"</|quote|>said the girl, exaggerating her | the train crept past them, as if observing its arrival.<|quote|>"I'ld not have missed this for anything,"</|quote|>said the girl, exaggerating her enthusiasm. "Look, the sun's rising | a mass so great can be called one rock. Behind it, recumbent, were the hills that contained the other caves, isolated each from his neighbour by broad channels of the plain. The assemblage, ten in all, shifted a little as the train crept past them, as if observing its arrival.<|quote|>"I'ld not have missed this for any... | plan, and leant out of a window, saying, "They're rather wonderful." Astonishing even from the rise of the civil station, here the Marabar were gods to whom earth is a ghost. Kawa Dol was nearest. It shot up in a single slab, on whose summit one rock was poised if a mass so great can be called one rock. Behind it, recu... | I will see you off at Bombay. Your last glimpse of this country really shall be interesting." But Mrs. Moore had fallen asleep, exhausted by the early start. She was in rather low health, and ought not to have attempted the expedition, but had pulled herself together in case the pleasure of the others should suffer. He... | rushed the Mail, connecting up important towns such as Calcutta and Lahore, where interesting events occur and personalities are developed. She understood that. Unfortunately, India has few important towns. India is the country, fields, fields, then hills, jungle, hills, and more fields. The branch line stops, the road... | a servant in Simla, at all events to see me through the wedding, after which Ronny means to reorganize his staff entirely. He does it very well for a bachelor; still, when he is married no doubt various changes will have to be made his old servants won't want to take their orders from me, and I don't blame them." Mrs. ... | true worth. Then she went back to her plans; plans had been a passion with her from girlhood. Now and then she paid tribute to the present, said how friendly and intelligent Aziz was, ate a guava, couldn't eat a fried sweet, practised her Urdu on the servant; but her thoughts ever veered to the manageable future, and t... | A Passage To India |
said the girl, exaggerating her enthusiasm. | No speaker | have missed this for anything,"<|quote|>said the girl, exaggerating her enthusiasm.</|quote|>"Look, the sun's rising this'll | observing its arrival. "I'ld not have missed this for anything,"<|quote|>said the girl, exaggerating her enthusiasm.</|quote|>"Look, the sun's rising this'll be absolutely magnificent come quickly | one rock. Behind it, recumbent, were the hills that contained the other caves, isolated each from his neighbour by broad channels of the plain. The assemblage, ten in all, shifted a little as the train crept past them, as if observing its arrival. "I'ld not have missed this for anything,"<|quote|>said the girl, exagger... | saying, "They're rather wonderful." Astonishing even from the rise of the civil station, here the Marabar were gods to whom earth is a ghost. Kawa Dol was nearest. It shot up in a single slab, on whose summit one rock was poised if a mass so great can be called one rock. Behind it, recumbent, were the hills that contai... | Your last glimpse of this country really shall be interesting." But Mrs. Moore had fallen asleep, exhausted by the early start. She was in rather low health, and ought not to have attempted the expedition, but had pulled herself together in case the pleasure of the others should suffer. Her dreams were of the same text... | such as Calcutta and Lahore, where interesting events occur and personalities are developed. She understood that. Unfortunately, India has few important towns. India is the country, fields, fields, then hills, jungle, hills, and more fields. The branch line stops, the road is only practicable for cars to a point, the b... | to see me through the wedding, after which Ronny means to reorganize his staff entirely. He does it very well for a bachelor; still, when he is married no doubt various changes will have to be made his old servants won't want to take their orders from me, and I don't blame them." Mrs. Moore pushed up the shutters and l... | yards on came a second nullah, then a third, suggesting the neighbourhood of higher ground. "Perhaps this is mine; anyhow, the road runs parallel with the railway." Her accident was a pleasant memory; she felt in her dry, honest way that it had given her a good shake up, and taught her Ronny's true worth. Then she went... | A Passage To India |
"Look, the sun's rising this'll be absolutely magnificent come quickly look. I wouldn't have missed this for anything. We should never have seen it if we'd stuck to the Turtons and their eternal elephants." | Adela Quested | the girl, exaggerating her enthusiasm.<|quote|>"Look, the sun's rising this'll be absolutely magnificent come quickly look. I wouldn't have missed this for anything. We should never have seen it if we'd stuck to the Turtons and their eternal elephants."</|quote|>As she spoke, the sky | missed this for anything," said the girl, exaggerating her enthusiasm.<|quote|>"Look, the sun's rising this'll be absolutely magnificent come quickly look. I wouldn't have missed this for anything. We should never have seen it if we'd stuck to the Turtons and their eternal elephants."</|quote|>As she spoke, the sky to ... | the hills that contained the other caves, isolated each from his neighbour by broad channels of the plain. The assemblage, ten in all, shifted a little as the train crept past them, as if observing its arrival. "I'ld not have missed this for anything," said the girl, exaggerating her enthusiasm.<|quote|>"Look, the sun'... | from the rise of the civil station, here the Marabar were gods to whom earth is a ghost. Kawa Dol was nearest. It shot up in a single slab, on whose summit one rock was poised if a mass so great can be called one rock. Behind it, recumbent, were the hills that contained the other caves, isolated each from his neighbour... | really shall be interesting." But Mrs. Moore had fallen asleep, exhausted by the early start. She was in rather low health, and ought not to have attempted the expedition, but had pulled herself together in case the pleasure of the others should suffer. Her dreams were of the same texture, but there it was her other ch... | interesting events occur and personalities are developed. She understood that. Unfortunately, India has few important towns. India is the country, fields, fields, then hills, jungle, hills, and more fields. The branch line stops, the road is only practicable for cars to a point, the bullock-carts lumber down the side t... | after which Ronny means to reorganize his staff entirely. He does it very well for a bachelor; still, when he is married no doubt various changes will have to be made his old servants won't want to take their orders from me, and I don't blame them." Mrs. Moore pushed up the shutters and looked out. She had brought Ronn... | will unbottle you in fact," continued the reliable girl. "We then see some of the Mogul stuff how appalling if we let you miss the Taj! and then I will see you off at Bombay. Your last glimpse of this country really shall be interesting." But Mrs. Moore had fallen asleep, exhausted by the early start. She was in rather... | A Passage To India |
As she spoke, the sky to the left turned angry orange. Colour throbbed and mounted behind a pattern of trees, grew in intensity, was yet brighter, incredibly brighter, strained from without against the globe of the air. They awaited the miracle. But at the supreme moment, when night should have died and day lived, noth... | No speaker | Turtons and their eternal elephants."<|quote|>As she spoke, the sky to the left turned angry orange. Colour throbbed and mounted behind a pattern of trees, grew in intensity, was yet brighter, incredibly brighter, strained from without against the globe of the air. They awaited the miracle. But at the supreme moment, w... | if we'd stuck to the Turtons and their eternal elephants."<|quote|>As she spoke, the sky to the left turned angry orange. Colour throbbed and mounted behind a pattern of trees, grew in intensity, was yet brighter, incredibly brighter, strained from without against the globe of the air. They awaited the miracle. But at ... | observing its arrival. "I'ld not have missed this for anything," said the girl, exaggerating her enthusiasm. "Look, the sun's rising this'll be absolutely magnificent come quickly look. I wouldn't have missed this for anything. We should never have seen it if we'd stuck to the Turtons and their eternal elephants."<|quo... | was poised if a mass so great can be called one rock. Behind it, recumbent, were the hills that contained the other caves, isolated each from his neighbour by broad channels of the plain. The assemblage, ten in all, shifted a little as the train crept past them, as if observing its arrival. "I'ld not have missed this f... | in case the pleasure of the others should suffer. Her dreams were of the same texture, but there it was her other children who were wanting something, Stella and Ralph, and she was explaining to them that she could not be in two families at once. When she awoke, Adela had ceased to plan, and leant out of a window, sayi... | road is only practicable for cars to a point, the bullock-carts lumber down the side tracks, paths fray out into the cultivation, and disappear near a splash of red paint. How can the mind take hold of such a country? Generations of invaders have tried, but they remain in exile. The important towns they build are only ... | won't want to take their orders from me, and I don't blame them." Mrs. Moore pushed up the shutters and looked out. She had brought Ronny and Adela together by their mutual wish, but really she could not advise them further. She felt increasingly (vision or nightmare?) that, though people are important, the relations b... | Ronny's true worth. Then she went back to her plans; plans had been a passion with her from girlhood. Now and then she paid tribute to the present, said how friendly and intelligent Aziz was, ate a guava, couldn't eat a fried sweet, practised her Urdu on the servant; but her thoughts ever veered to the manageable futur... | A Passage To India |
"Ah, that must be the false dawn isn't it caused by dust in the upper layers of the atmosphere that couldn't fall down during the night? I think Mr. McBryde said so. Well, I must admit that England has it as regards sunrises. Do you remember Grasmere?" | Adela Quested | at work in the fields.<|quote|>"Ah, that must be the false dawn isn't it caused by dust in the upper layers of the atmosphere that couldn't fall down during the night? I think Mr. McBryde said so. Well, I must admit that England has it as regards sunrises. Do you remember Grasmere?"</|quote|>"Ah, dearest Grasmere!" Its... | and touching the bodies already at work in the fields.<|quote|>"Ah, that must be the false dawn isn't it caused by dust in the upper layers of the atmosphere that couldn't fall down during the night? I think Mr. McBryde said so. Well, I must admit that England has it as regards sunrises. Do you remember Grasmere?"</|qu... | with the morning breeze. Why, when the chamber was prepared, did the bridegroom not enter with trumpets and shawms, as humanity expects? The sun rose without splendour. He was presently observed trailing yellowish behind the trees, or against insipid sky, and touching the bodies already at work in the fields.<|quote|>"... | They awaited the miracle. But at the supreme moment, when night should have died and day lived, nothing occurred. It was as if virtue had failed in the celestial fount. The hues in the east decayed, the hills seemed dimmer though in fact better lit, and a profound disappointment entered with the morning breeze. Why, wh... | in all, shifted a little as the train crept past them, as if observing its arrival. "I'ld not have missed this for anything," said the girl, exaggerating her enthusiasm. "Look, the sun's rising this'll be absolutely magnificent come quickly look. I wouldn't have missed this for anything. We should never have seen it if... | some of the Mogul stuff how appalling if we let you miss the Taj! and then I will see you off at Bombay. Your last glimpse of this country really shall be interesting." But Mrs. Moore had fallen asleep, exhausted by the early start. She was in rather low health, and ought not to have attempted the expedition, but had p... | twilight. The train crossed a nullah. "Pomper, pomper, pomper," was the sound that the wheels made as they trundled over the bridge, moving very slowly. A hundred yards on came a second nullah, then a third, suggesting the neighbourhood of higher ground. "Perhaps this is mine; anyhow, the road runs parallel with the ra... | summit one rock was poised if a mass so great can be called one rock. Behind it, recumbent, were the hills that contained the other caves, isolated each from his neighbour by broad channels of the plain. The assemblage, ten in all, shifted a little as the train crept past them, as if observing its arrival. "I'ld not ha... | A Passage To India |
"Ah, dearest Grasmere!" | Mrs. Moore | sunrises. Do you remember Grasmere?"<|quote|>"Ah, dearest Grasmere!"</|quote|>Its little lakes and mountains | England has it as regards sunrises. Do you remember Grasmere?"<|quote|>"Ah, dearest Grasmere!"</|quote|>Its little lakes and mountains were beloved by them all. | in the fields. "Ah, that must be the false dawn isn't it caused by dust in the upper layers of the atmosphere that couldn't fall down during the night? I think Mr. McBryde said so. Well, I must admit that England has it as regards sunrises. Do you remember Grasmere?"<|quote|>"Ah, dearest Grasmere!"</|quote|>Its little ... | profound disappointment entered with the morning breeze. Why, when the chamber was prepared, did the bridegroom not enter with trumpets and shawms, as humanity expects? The sun rose without splendour. He was presently observed trailing yellowish behind the trees, or against insipid sky, and touching the bodies already ... | We should never have seen it if we'd stuck to the Turtons and their eternal elephants." As she spoke, the sky to the left turned angry orange. Colour throbbed and mounted behind a pattern of trees, grew in intensity, was yet brighter, incredibly brighter, strained from without against the globe of the air. They awaited... | rather low health, and ought not to have attempted the expedition, but had pulled herself together in case the pleasure of the others should suffer. Her dreams were of the same texture, but there it was her other children who were wanting something, Stella and Ralph, and she was explaining to them that she could not be... | the road runs parallel with the railway." Her accident was a pleasant memory; she felt in her dry, honest way that it had given her a good shake up, and taught her Ronny's true worth. Then she went back to her plans; plans had been a passion with her from girlhood. Now and then she paid tribute to the present, said how... | of such a country? Generations of invaders have tried, but they remain in exile. The important towns they build are only retreats, their quarrels the malaise of men who cannot find their way home. India knows of their trouble. She knows of the whole world's trouble, to its uttermost depth. She calls "Come" through her ... | A Passage To India |
Its little lakes and mountains were beloved by them all. Romantic yet manageable, it sprang from a kindlier planet. Here an untidy plain stretched to the knees of the Marabar. | No speaker | remember Grasmere?" "Ah, dearest Grasmere!"<|quote|>Its little lakes and mountains were beloved by them all. Romantic yet manageable, it sprang from a kindlier planet. Here an untidy plain stretched to the knees of the Marabar.</|quote|>"Good morning, good morning, put | as regards sunrises. Do you remember Grasmere?" "Ah, dearest Grasmere!"<|quote|>Its little lakes and mountains were beloved by them all. Romantic yet manageable, it sprang from a kindlier planet. Here an untidy plain stretched to the knees of the Marabar.</|quote|>"Good morning, good morning, put on your topis," shoute... | "Ah, that must be the false dawn isn't it caused by dust in the upper layers of the atmosphere that couldn't fall down during the night? I think Mr. McBryde said so. Well, I must admit that England has it as regards sunrises. Do you remember Grasmere?" "Ah, dearest Grasmere!"<|quote|>Its little lakes and mountains were... | with the morning breeze. Why, when the chamber was prepared, did the bridegroom not enter with trumpets and shawms, as humanity expects? The sun rose without splendour. He was presently observed trailing yellowish behind the trees, or against insipid sky, and touching the bodies already at work in the fields. "Ah, that... | have seen it if we'd stuck to the Turtons and their eternal elephants." As she spoke, the sky to the left turned angry orange. Colour throbbed and mounted behind a pattern of trees, grew in intensity, was yet brighter, incredibly brighter, strained from without against the globe of the air. They awaited the miracle. Bu... | and ought not to have attempted the expedition, but had pulled herself together in case the pleasure of the others should suffer. Her dreams were of the same texture, but there it was her other children who were wanting something, Stella and Ralph, and she was explaining to them that she could not be in two families at... | parallel with the railway." Her accident was a pleasant memory; she felt in her dry, honest way that it had given her a good shake up, and taught her Ronny's true worth. Then she went back to her plans; plans had been a passion with her from girlhood. Now and then she paid tribute to the present, said how friendly and ... | shall be interesting." But Mrs. Moore had fallen asleep, exhausted by the early start. She was in rather low health, and ought not to have attempted the expedition, but had pulled herself together in case the pleasure of the others should suffer. Her dreams were of the same texture, but there it was her other children ... | A Passage To India |
"Good morning, good morning, put on your topis," | Dr. Aziz | the knees of the Marabar.<|quote|>"Good morning, good morning, put on your topis,"</|quote|>shouted Aziz from farther down | an untidy plain stretched to the knees of the Marabar.<|quote|>"Good morning, good morning, put on your topis,"</|quote|>shouted Aziz from farther down the train. "Put on your | said so. Well, I must admit that England has it as regards sunrises. Do you remember Grasmere?" "Ah, dearest Grasmere!" Its little lakes and mountains were beloved by them all. Romantic yet manageable, it sprang from a kindlier planet. Here an untidy plain stretched to the knees of the Marabar.<|quote|>"Good morning, g... | observed trailing yellowish behind the trees, or against insipid sky, and touching the bodies already at work in the fields. "Ah, that must be the false dawn isn't it caused by dust in the upper layers of the atmosphere that couldn't fall down during the night? I think Mr. McBryde said so. Well, I must admit that Engla... | pattern of trees, grew in intensity, was yet brighter, incredibly brighter, strained from without against the globe of the air. They awaited the miracle. But at the supreme moment, when night should have died and day lived, nothing occurred. It was as if virtue had failed in the celestial fount. The hues in the east de... | there it was her other children who were wanting something, Stella and Ralph, and she was explaining to them that she could not be in two families at once. When she awoke, Adela had ceased to plan, and leant out of a window, saying, "They're rather wonderful." Astonishing even from the rise of the civil station, here t... | true worth. Then she went back to her plans; plans had been a passion with her from girlhood. Now and then she paid tribute to the present, said how friendly and intelligent Aziz was, ate a guava, couldn't eat a fried sweet, practised her Urdu on the servant; but her thoughts ever veered to the manageable future, and t... | station, here the Marabar were gods to whom earth is a ghost. Kawa Dol was nearest. It shot up in a single slab, on whose summit one rock was poised if a mass so great can be called one rock. Behind it, recumbent, were the hills that contained the other caves, isolated each from his neighbour by broad channels of the p... | A Passage To India |
shouted Aziz from farther down the train. | No speaker | morning, put on your topis,"<|quote|>shouted Aziz from farther down the train.</|quote|>"Put on your topis at | the Marabar. "Good morning, good morning, put on your topis,"<|quote|>shouted Aziz from farther down the train.</|quote|>"Put on your topis at once, the early sun is | has it as regards sunrises. Do you remember Grasmere?" "Ah, dearest Grasmere!" Its little lakes and mountains were beloved by them all. Romantic yet manageable, it sprang from a kindlier planet. Here an untidy plain stretched to the knees of the Marabar. "Good morning, good morning, put on your topis,"<|quote|>shouted ... | insipid sky, and touching the bodies already at work in the fields. "Ah, that must be the false dawn isn't it caused by dust in the upper layers of the atmosphere that couldn't fall down during the night? I think Mr. McBryde said so. Well, I must admit that England has it as regards sunrises. Do you remember Grasmere?"... | brighter, incredibly brighter, strained from without against the globe of the air. They awaited the miracle. But at the supreme moment, when night should have died and day lived, nothing occurred. It was as if virtue had failed in the celestial fount. The hues in the east decayed, the hills seemed dimmer though in fact... | wanting something, Stella and Ralph, and she was explaining to them that she could not be in two families at once. When she awoke, Adela had ceased to plan, and leant out of a window, saying, "They're rather wonderful." Astonishing even from the rise of the civil station, here the Marabar were gods to whom earth is a g... | plans; plans had been a passion with her from girlhood. Now and then she paid tribute to the present, said how friendly and intelligent Aziz was, ate a guava, couldn't eat a fried sweet, practised her Urdu on the servant; but her thoughts ever veered to the manageable future, and to the Anglo-Indian life she had decide... | ghost. Kawa Dol was nearest. It shot up in a single slab, on whose summit one rock was poised if a mass so great can be called one rock. Behind it, recumbent, were the hills that contained the other caves, isolated each from his neighbour by broad channels of the plain. The assemblage, ten in all, shifted a little as t... | A Passage To India |
"Put on your topis at once, the early sun is highly dangerous for heads. I speak as a doctor." | Dr. Aziz | from farther down the train.<|quote|>"Put on your topis at once, the early sun is highly dangerous for heads. I speak as a doctor."</|quote|>"Good morning, good morning, put | on your topis," shouted Aziz from farther down the train.<|quote|>"Put on your topis at once, the early sun is highly dangerous for heads. I speak as a doctor."</|quote|>"Good morning, good morning, put on your own." "Not for | remember Grasmere?" "Ah, dearest Grasmere!" Its little lakes and mountains were beloved by them all. Romantic yet manageable, it sprang from a kindlier planet. Here an untidy plain stretched to the knees of the Marabar. "Good morning, good morning, put on your topis," shouted Aziz from farther down the train.<|quote|>"... | at work in the fields. "Ah, that must be the false dawn isn't it caused by dust in the upper layers of the atmosphere that couldn't fall down during the night? I think Mr. McBryde said so. Well, I must admit that England has it as regards sunrises. Do you remember Grasmere?" "Ah, dearest Grasmere!" Its little lakes and... | the globe of the air. They awaited the miracle. But at the supreme moment, when night should have died and day lived, nothing occurred. It was as if virtue had failed in the celestial fount. The hues in the east decayed, the hills seemed dimmer though in fact better lit, and a profound disappointment entered with the m... | was explaining to them that she could not be in two families at once. When she awoke, Adela had ceased to plan, and leant out of a window, saying, "They're rather wonderful." Astonishing even from the rise of the civil station, here the Marabar were gods to whom earth is a ghost. Kawa Dol was nearest. It shot up in a s... | her from girlhood. Now and then she paid tribute to the present, said how friendly and intelligent Aziz was, ate a guava, couldn't eat a fried sweet, practised her Urdu on the servant; but her thoughts ever veered to the manageable future, and to the Anglo-Indian life she had decided to endure. And as she appraised it ... | the Mogul stuff how appalling if we let you miss the Taj! and then I will see you off at Bombay. Your last glimpse of this country really shall be interesting." But Mrs. Moore had fallen asleep, exhausted by the early start. She was in rather low health, and ought not to have attempted the expedition, but had pulled he... | A Passage To India |
"Good morning, good morning, put on your own." | Adela Quested | I speak as a doctor."<|quote|>"Good morning, good morning, put on your own."</|quote|>"Not for my thick head," | is highly dangerous for heads. I speak as a doctor."<|quote|>"Good morning, good morning, put on your own."</|quote|>"Not for my thick head," he laughed, banging it and | sprang from a kindlier planet. Here an untidy plain stretched to the knees of the Marabar. "Good morning, good morning, put on your topis," shouted Aziz from farther down the train. "Put on your topis at once, the early sun is highly dangerous for heads. I speak as a doctor."<|quote|>"Good morning, good morning, put on... | upper layers of the atmosphere that couldn't fall down during the night? I think Mr. McBryde said so. Well, I must admit that England has it as regards sunrises. Do you remember Grasmere?" "Ah, dearest Grasmere!" Its little lakes and mountains were beloved by them all. Romantic yet manageable, it sprang from a kindlier... | and day lived, nothing occurred. It was as if virtue had failed in the celestial fount. The hues in the east decayed, the hills seemed dimmer though in fact better lit, and a profound disappointment entered with the morning breeze. Why, when the chamber was prepared, did the bridegroom not enter with trumpets and shawm... | ceased to plan, and leant out of a window, saying, "They're rather wonderful." Astonishing even from the rise of the civil station, here the Marabar were gods to whom earth is a ghost. Kawa Dol was nearest. It shot up in a single slab, on whose summit one rock was poised if a mass so great can be called one rock. Behin... | ate a guava, couldn't eat a fried sweet, practised her Urdu on the servant; but her thoughts ever veered to the manageable future, and to the Anglo-Indian life she had decided to endure. And as she appraised it with its adjuncts of Turtons and Burtons, the train accompanied her sentences, "pomper, pomper," the train ha... | When she awoke, Adela had ceased to plan, and leant out of a window, saying, "They're rather wonderful." Astonishing even from the rise of the civil station, here the Marabar were gods to whom earth is a ghost. Kawa Dol was nearest. It shot up in a single slab, on whose summit one rock was poised if a mass so great can... | A Passage To India |
"Not for my thick head," | Dr. Aziz | morning, put on your own."<|quote|>"Not for my thick head,"</|quote|>he laughed, banging it and | a doctor." "Good morning, good morning, put on your own."<|quote|>"Not for my thick head,"</|quote|>he laughed, banging it and holding up pads of his | plain stretched to the knees of the Marabar. "Good morning, good morning, put on your topis," shouted Aziz from farther down the train. "Put on your topis at once, the early sun is highly dangerous for heads. I speak as a doctor." "Good morning, good morning, put on your own."<|quote|>"Not for my thick head,"</|quote|>... | down during the night? I think Mr. McBryde said so. Well, I must admit that England has it as regards sunrises. Do you remember Grasmere?" "Ah, dearest Grasmere!" Its little lakes and mountains were beloved by them all. Romantic yet manageable, it sprang from a kindlier planet. Here an untidy plain stretched to the kne... | if virtue had failed in the celestial fount. The hues in the east decayed, the hills seemed dimmer though in fact better lit, and a profound disappointment entered with the morning breeze. Why, when the chamber was prepared, did the bridegroom not enter with trumpets and shawms, as humanity expects? The sun rose withou... | window, saying, "They're rather wonderful." Astonishing even from the rise of the civil station, here the Marabar were gods to whom earth is a ghost. Kawa Dol was nearest. It shot up in a single slab, on whose summit one rock was poised if a mass so great can be called one rock. Behind it, recumbent, were the hills tha... | practised her Urdu on the servant; but her thoughts ever veered to the manageable future, and to the Anglo-Indian life she had decided to endure. And as she appraised it with its adjuncts of Turtons and Burtons, the train accompanied her sentences, "pomper, pomper," the train half asleep, going nowhere in particular an... | awaited the miracle. But at the supreme moment, when night should have died and day lived, nothing occurred. It was as if virtue had failed in the celestial fount. The hues in the east decayed, the hills seemed dimmer though in fact better lit, and a profound disappointment entered with the morning breeze. Why, when th... | A Passage To India |
he laughed, banging it and holding up pads of his hair. | No speaker | "Not for my thick head,"<|quote|>he laughed, banging it and holding up pads of his hair.</|quote|>"Nice creature he is," murmured | morning, put on your own." "Not for my thick head,"<|quote|>he laughed, banging it and holding up pads of his hair.</|quote|>"Nice creature he is," murmured Adela. "Listen Mohammed Latif says | of the Marabar. "Good morning, good morning, put on your topis," shouted Aziz from farther down the train. "Put on your topis at once, the early sun is highly dangerous for heads. I speak as a doctor." "Good morning, good morning, put on your own." "Not for my thick head,"<|quote|>he laughed, banging it and holding up ... | think Mr. McBryde said so. Well, I must admit that England has it as regards sunrises. Do you remember Grasmere?" "Ah, dearest Grasmere!" Its little lakes and mountains were beloved by them all. Romantic yet manageable, it sprang from a kindlier planet. Here an untidy plain stretched to the knees of the Marabar. "Good ... | the celestial fount. The hues in the east decayed, the hills seemed dimmer though in fact better lit, and a profound disappointment entered with the morning breeze. Why, when the chamber was prepared, did the bridegroom not enter with trumpets and shawms, as humanity expects? The sun rose without splendour. He was pres... | Astonishing even from the rise of the civil station, here the Marabar were gods to whom earth is a ghost. Kawa Dol was nearest. It shot up in a single slab, on whose summit one rock was poised if a mass so great can be called one rock. Behind it, recumbent, were the hills that contained the other caves, isolated each f... | servant; but her thoughts ever veered to the manageable future, and to the Anglo-Indian life she had decided to endure. And as she appraised it with its adjuncts of Turtons and Burtons, the train accompanied her sentences, "pomper, pomper," the train half asleep, going nowhere in particular and with no passenger of imp... | from his neighbour by broad channels of the plain. The assemblage, ten in all, shifted a little as the train crept past them, as if observing its arrival. "I'ld not have missed this for anything," said the girl, exaggerating her enthusiasm. "Look, the sun's rising this'll be absolutely magnificent come quickly look. I ... | A Passage To India |
"Nice creature he is," | Adela Quested | up pads of his hair.<|quote|>"Nice creature he is,"</|quote|>murmured Adela. "Listen Mohammed Latif | laughed, banging it and holding up pads of his hair.<|quote|>"Nice creature he is,"</|quote|>murmured Adela. "Listen Mohammed Latif says Good morning' next." Various | shouted Aziz from farther down the train. "Put on your topis at once, the early sun is highly dangerous for heads. I speak as a doctor." "Good morning, good morning, put on your own." "Not for my thick head," he laughed, banging it and holding up pads of his hair.<|quote|>"Nice creature he is,"</|quote|>murmured Adela.... | has it as regards sunrises. Do you remember Grasmere?" "Ah, dearest Grasmere!" Its little lakes and mountains were beloved by them all. Romantic yet manageable, it sprang from a kindlier planet. Here an untidy plain stretched to the knees of the Marabar. "Good morning, good morning, put on your topis," shouted Aziz fro... | seemed dimmer though in fact better lit, and a profound disappointment entered with the morning breeze. Why, when the chamber was prepared, did the bridegroom not enter with trumpets and shawms, as humanity expects? The sun rose without splendour. He was presently observed trailing yellowish behind the trees, or agains... | Marabar were gods to whom earth is a ghost. Kawa Dol was nearest. It shot up in a single slab, on whose summit one rock was poised if a mass so great can be called one rock. Behind it, recumbent, were the hills that contained the other caves, isolated each from his neighbour by broad channels of the plain. The assembla... | to the Anglo-Indian life she had decided to endure. And as she appraised it with its adjuncts of Turtons and Burtons, the train accompanied her sentences, "pomper, pomper," the train half asleep, going nowhere in particular and with no passenger of importance in any of its carriages, the branch-line train, lost on a lo... | ought not to have attempted the expedition, but had pulled herself together in case the pleasure of the others should suffer. Her dreams were of the same texture, but there it was her other children who were wanting something, Stella and Ralph, and she was explaining to them that she could not be in two families at onc... | A Passage To India |
murmured Adela. | No speaker | hair. "Nice creature he is,"<|quote|>murmured Adela.</|quote|>"Listen Mohammed Latif says Good | holding up pads of his hair. "Nice creature he is,"<|quote|>murmured Adela.</|quote|>"Listen Mohammed Latif says Good morning' next." Various pointless jests. | down the train. "Put on your topis at once, the early sun is highly dangerous for heads. I speak as a doctor." "Good morning, good morning, put on your own." "Not for my thick head," he laughed, banging it and holding up pads of his hair. "Nice creature he is,"<|quote|>murmured Adela.</|quote|>"Listen Mohammed Latif sa... | sunrises. Do you remember Grasmere?" "Ah, dearest Grasmere!" Its little lakes and mountains were beloved by them all. Romantic yet manageable, it sprang from a kindlier planet. Here an untidy plain stretched to the knees of the Marabar. "Good morning, good morning, put on your topis," shouted Aziz from farther down the... | fact better lit, and a profound disappointment entered with the morning breeze. Why, when the chamber was prepared, did the bridegroom not enter with trumpets and shawms, as humanity expects? The sun rose without splendour. He was presently observed trailing yellowish behind the trees, or against insipid sky, and touch... | whom earth is a ghost. Kawa Dol was nearest. It shot up in a single slab, on whose summit one rock was poised if a mass so great can be called one rock. Behind it, recumbent, were the hills that contained the other caves, isolated each from his neighbour by broad channels of the plain. The assemblage, ten in all, shift... | she had decided to endure. And as she appraised it with its adjuncts of Turtons and Burtons, the train accompanied her sentences, "pomper, pomper," the train half asleep, going nowhere in particular and with no passenger of importance in any of its carriages, the branch-line train, lost on a low embankment between dull... | a mass so great can be called one rock. Behind it, recumbent, were the hills that contained the other caves, isolated each from his neighbour by broad channels of the plain. The assemblage, ten in all, shifted a little as the train crept past them, as if observing its arrival. "I'ld not have missed this for anything," ... | A Passage To India |
"Listen Mohammed Latif says Good morning' next." | _unknowable | creature he is," murmured Adela.<|quote|>"Listen Mohammed Latif says Good morning' next."</|quote|>Various pointless jests. "Dr. Aziz, | pads of his hair. "Nice creature he is," murmured Adela.<|quote|>"Listen Mohammed Latif says Good morning' next."</|quote|>Various pointless jests. "Dr. Aziz, what's happened to your hills? | train. "Put on your topis at once, the early sun is highly dangerous for heads. I speak as a doctor." "Good morning, good morning, put on your own." "Not for my thick head," he laughed, banging it and holding up pads of his hair. "Nice creature he is," murmured Adela.<|quote|>"Listen Mohammed Latif says Good morning' n... | you remember Grasmere?" "Ah, dearest Grasmere!" Its little lakes and mountains were beloved by them all. Romantic yet manageable, it sprang from a kindlier planet. Here an untidy plain stretched to the knees of the Marabar. "Good morning, good morning, put on your topis," shouted Aziz from farther down the train. "Put ... | lit, and a profound disappointment entered with the morning breeze. Why, when the chamber was prepared, did the bridegroom not enter with trumpets and shawms, as humanity expects? The sun rose without splendour. He was presently observed trailing yellowish behind the trees, or against insipid sky, and touching the bodi... | is a ghost. Kawa Dol was nearest. It shot up in a single slab, on whose summit one rock was poised if a mass so great can be called one rock. Behind it, recumbent, were the hills that contained the other caves, isolated each from his neighbour by broad channels of the plain. The assemblage, ten in all, shifted a little... | decided to endure. And as she appraised it with its adjuncts of Turtons and Burtons, the train accompanied her sentences, "pomper, pomper," the train half asleep, going nowhere in particular and with no passenger of importance in any of its carriages, the branch-line train, lost on a low embankment between dull fields.... | from without against the globe of the air. They awaited the miracle. But at the supreme moment, when night should have died and day lived, nothing occurred. It was as if virtue had failed in the celestial fount. The hues in the east decayed, the hills seemed dimmer though in fact better lit, and a profound disappointme... | A Passage To India |
Various pointless jests. | No speaker | Latif says Good morning' next."<|quote|>Various pointless jests.</|quote|>"Dr. Aziz, what's happened to | is," murmured Adela. "Listen Mohammed Latif says Good morning' next."<|quote|>Various pointless jests.</|quote|>"Dr. Aziz, what's happened to your hills? The train has | the early sun is highly dangerous for heads. I speak as a doctor." "Good morning, good morning, put on your own." "Not for my thick head," he laughed, banging it and holding up pads of his hair. "Nice creature he is," murmured Adela. "Listen Mohammed Latif says Good morning' next."<|quote|>Various pointless jests.</|qu... | little lakes and mountains were beloved by them all. Romantic yet manageable, it sprang from a kindlier planet. Here an untidy plain stretched to the knees of the Marabar. "Good morning, good morning, put on your topis," shouted Aziz from farther down the train. "Put on your topis at once, the early sun is highly dange... | the morning breeze. Why, when the chamber was prepared, did the bridegroom not enter with trumpets and shawms, as humanity expects? The sun rose without splendour. He was presently observed trailing yellowish behind the trees, or against insipid sky, and touching the bodies already at work in the fields. "Ah, that must... | It shot up in a single slab, on whose summit one rock was poised if a mass so great can be called one rock. Behind it, recumbent, were the hills that contained the other caves, isolated each from his neighbour by broad channels of the plain. The assemblage, ten in all, shifted a little as the train crept past them, as ... | it with its adjuncts of Turtons and Burtons, the train accompanied her sentences, "pomper, pomper," the train half asleep, going nowhere in particular and with no passenger of importance in any of its carriages, the branch-line train, lost on a low embankment between dull fields. Its message for it had one avoided her ... | have attempted the expedition, but had pulled herself together in case the pleasure of the others should suffer. Her dreams were of the same texture, but there it was her other children who were wanting something, Stella and Ralph, and she was explaining to them that she could not be in two families at once. When she a... | A Passage To India |
"Dr. Aziz, what's happened to your hills? The train has forgotten to stop." | Adela Quested | morning' next." Various pointless jests.<|quote|>"Dr. Aziz, what's happened to your hills? The train has forgotten to stop."</|quote|>"Perhaps it is a circular | "Listen Mohammed Latif says Good morning' next." Various pointless jests.<|quote|>"Dr. Aziz, what's happened to your hills? The train has forgotten to stop."</|quote|>"Perhaps it is a circular train and goes back to | is highly dangerous for heads. I speak as a doctor." "Good morning, good morning, put on your own." "Not for my thick head," he laughed, banging it and holding up pads of his hair. "Nice creature he is," murmured Adela. "Listen Mohammed Latif says Good morning' next." Various pointless jests.<|quote|>"Dr. Aziz, what's ... | mountains were beloved by them all. Romantic yet manageable, it sprang from a kindlier planet. Here an untidy plain stretched to the knees of the Marabar. "Good morning, good morning, put on your topis," shouted Aziz from farther down the train. "Put on your topis at once, the early sun is highly dangerous for heads. I... | Why, when the chamber was prepared, did the bridegroom not enter with trumpets and shawms, as humanity expects? The sun rose without splendour. He was presently observed trailing yellowish behind the trees, or against insipid sky, and touching the bodies already at work in the fields. "Ah, that must be the false dawn i... | in a single slab, on whose summit one rock was poised if a mass so great can be called one rock. Behind it, recumbent, were the hills that contained the other caves, isolated each from his neighbour by broad channels of the plain. The assemblage, ten in all, shifted a little as the train crept past them, as if observin... | adjuncts of Turtons and Burtons, the train accompanied her sentences, "pomper, pomper," the train half asleep, going nowhere in particular and with no passenger of importance in any of its carriages, the branch-line train, lost on a low embankment between dull fields. Its message for it had one avoided her well-equippe... | Moore had fallen asleep, exhausted by the early start. She was in rather low health, and ought not to have attempted the expedition, but had pulled herself together in case the pleasure of the others should suffer. Her dreams were of the same texture, but there it was her other children who were wanting something, Stel... | A Passage To India |
"Perhaps it is a circular train and goes back to Chandrapore without a break. Who knows!" | Dr. Aziz | train has forgotten to stop."<|quote|>"Perhaps it is a circular train and goes back to Chandrapore without a break. Who knows!"</|quote|>Having wandered off into the | happened to your hills? The train has forgotten to stop."<|quote|>"Perhaps it is a circular train and goes back to Chandrapore without a break. Who knows!"</|quote|>Having wandered off into the plain for a mile, the | morning, put on your own." "Not for my thick head," he laughed, banging it and holding up pads of his hair. "Nice creature he is," murmured Adela. "Listen Mohammed Latif says Good morning' next." Various pointless jests. "Dr. Aziz, what's happened to your hills? The train has forgotten to stop."<|quote|>"Perhaps it is ... | kindlier planet. Here an untidy plain stretched to the knees of the Marabar. "Good morning, good morning, put on your topis," shouted Aziz from farther down the train. "Put on your topis at once, the early sun is highly dangerous for heads. I speak as a doctor." "Good morning, good morning, put on your own." "Not for m... | and shawms, as humanity expects? The sun rose without splendour. He was presently observed trailing yellowish behind the trees, or against insipid sky, and touching the bodies already at work in the fields. "Ah, that must be the false dawn isn't it caused by dust in the upper layers of the atmosphere that couldn't fall... | mass so great can be called one rock. Behind it, recumbent, were the hills that contained the other caves, isolated each from his neighbour by broad channels of the plain. The assemblage, ten in all, shifted a little as the train crept past them, as if observing its arrival. "I'ld not have missed this for anything," sa... | train half asleep, going nowhere in particular and with no passenger of importance in any of its carriages, the branch-line train, lost on a low embankment between dull fields. Its message for it had one avoided her well-equipped mind. Far away behind her, with a shriek that meant business, rushed the Mail, connecting ... | was in rather low health, and ought not to have attempted the expedition, but had pulled herself together in case the pleasure of the others should suffer. Her dreams were of the same texture, but there it was her other children who were wanting something, Stella and Ralph, and she was explaining to them that she could... | A Passage To India |
Having wandered off into the plain for a mile, the train slowed up against an elephant. There was a platform too, but it shrivelled into insignificance. An elephant, waving her painted forehead at the morn! | No speaker | without a break. Who knows!"<|quote|>Having wandered off into the plain for a mile, the train slowed up against an elephant. There was a platform too, but it shrivelled into insignificance. An elephant, waving her painted forehead at the morn!</|quote|>"Oh, what a surprise!" called | and goes back to Chandrapore without a break. Who knows!"<|quote|>Having wandered off into the plain for a mile, the train slowed up against an elephant. There was a platform too, but it shrivelled into insignificance. An elephant, waving her painted forehead at the morn!</|quote|>"Oh, what a surprise!" called the ladi... | up pads of his hair. "Nice creature he is," murmured Adela. "Listen Mohammed Latif says Good morning' next." Various pointless jests. "Dr. Aziz, what's happened to your hills? The train has forgotten to stop." "Perhaps it is a circular train and goes back to Chandrapore without a break. Who knows!"<|quote|>Having wande... | morning, put on your topis," shouted Aziz from farther down the train. "Put on your topis at once, the early sun is highly dangerous for heads. I speak as a doctor." "Good morning, good morning, put on your own." "Not for my thick head," he laughed, banging it and holding up pads of his hair. "Nice creature he is," mur... | behind the trees, or against insipid sky, and touching the bodies already at work in the fields. "Ah, that must be the false dawn isn't it caused by dust in the upper layers of the atmosphere that couldn't fall down during the night? I think Mr. McBryde said so. Well, I must admit that England has it as regards sunrise... | the other caves, isolated each from his neighbour by broad channels of the plain. The assemblage, ten in all, shifted a little as the train crept past them, as if observing its arrival. "I'ld not have missed this for anything," said the girl, exaggerating her enthusiasm. "Look, the sun's rising this'll be absolutely ma... | its carriages, the branch-line train, lost on a low embankment between dull fields. Its message for it had one avoided her well-equipped mind. Far away behind her, with a shriek that meant business, rushed the Mail, connecting up important towns such as Calcutta and Lahore, where interesting events occur and personalit... | the expedition, but had pulled herself together in case the pleasure of the others should suffer. Her dreams were of the same texture, but there it was her other children who were wanting something, Stella and Ralph, and she was explaining to them that she could not be in two families at once. When she awoke, Adela had... | A Passage To India |
called the ladies politely. Aziz said nothing, but he nearly burst with pride and relief. The elephant was the one grand feature of the picnic, and God alone knew what he had gone through to obtain her. Semi-official, she was best approached through the Nawab Bahadur, who was best approached through Nureddin, but he ne... | No speaker | morn! "Oh, what a surprise!"<|quote|>called the ladies politely. Aziz said nothing, but he nearly burst with pride and relief. The elephant was the one grand feature of the picnic, and God alone knew what he had gone through to obtain her. Semi-official, she was best approached through the Nawab Bahadur, who was best a... | her painted forehead at the morn! "Oh, what a surprise!"<|quote|>called the ladies politely. Aziz said nothing, but he nearly burst with pride and relief. The elephant was the one grand feature of the picnic, and God alone knew what he had gone through to obtain her. Semi-official, she was best approached through the N... | train and goes back to Chandrapore without a break. Who knows!" Having wandered off into the plain for a mile, the train slowed up against an elephant. There was a platform too, but it shrivelled into insignificance. An elephant, waving her painted forehead at the morn! "Oh, what a surprise!"<|quote|>called the ladies ... | "Not for my thick head," he laughed, banging it and holding up pads of his hair. "Nice creature he is," murmured Adela. "Listen Mohammed Latif says Good morning' next." Various pointless jests. "Dr. Aziz, what's happened to your hills? The train has forgotten to stop." "Perhaps it is a circular train and goes back to C... | down during the night? I think Mr. McBryde said so. Well, I must admit that England has it as regards sunrises. Do you remember Grasmere?" "Ah, dearest Grasmere!" Its little lakes and mountains were beloved by them all. Romantic yet manageable, it sprang from a kindlier planet. Here an untidy plain stretched to the kne... | anything," said the girl, exaggerating her enthusiasm. "Look, the sun's rising this'll be absolutely magnificent come quickly look. I wouldn't have missed this for anything. We should never have seen it if we'd stuck to the Turtons and their eternal elephants." As she spoke, the sky to the left turned angry orange. Col... | towns such as Calcutta and Lahore, where interesting events occur and personalities are developed. She understood that. Unfortunately, India has few important towns. India is the country, fields, fields, then hills, jungle, hills, and more fields. The branch line stops, the road is only practicable for cars to a point,... | whose summit one rock was poised if a mass so great can be called one rock. Behind it, recumbent, were the hills that contained the other caves, isolated each from his neighbour by broad channels of the plain. The assemblage, ten in all, shifted a little as the train crept past them, as if observing its arrival. "I'ld ... | A Passage To India |
"It takes an hour to get there, an hour to get back, and two hours for the caves, which we will call three," | Dr. Aziz | another, and convulsed with goodwill.<|quote|>"It takes an hour to get there, an hour to get back, and two hours for the caves, which we will call three,"</|quote|>said Aziz, smiling charmingly. There | bangs, issuing orders to one another, and convulsed with goodwill.<|quote|>"It takes an hour to get there, an hour to get back, and two hours for the caves, which we will call three,"</|quote|>said Aziz, smiling charmingly. There was suddenly something regal about | missed the train, and consequently he could ride on the howdah instead of following in a cart, and the servants were content because an elephant increased their self-esteem, and they tumbled out the luggage into the dust with shouts and bangs, issuing orders to one another, and convulsed with goodwill.<|quote|>"It take... | slender a string filled Aziz with content, and with humorous appreciation of the East, where the friends of friends are a reality, where everything gets done sometime, and sooner or later every one gets his share of happiness. And Mohammed Latif was likewise content, because two of the guests had missed the train, and ... | he nearly burst with pride and relief. The elephant was the one grand feature of the picnic, and God alone knew what he had gone through to obtain her. Semi-official, she was best approached through the Nawab Bahadur, who was best approached through Nureddin, but he never answered letters, but his mother had great infl... | said so. Well, I must admit that England has it as regards sunrises. Do you remember Grasmere?" "Ah, dearest Grasmere!" Its little lakes and mountains were beloved by them all. Romantic yet manageable, it sprang from a kindlier planet. Here an untidy plain stretched to the knees of the Marabar. "Good morning, good morn... | shall be interesting." But Mrs. Moore had fallen asleep, exhausted by the early start. She was in rather low health, and ought not to have attempted the expedition, but had pulled herself together in case the pleasure of the others should suffer. Her dreams were of the same texture, but there it was her other children ... | strained from without against the globe of the air. They awaited the miracle. But at the supreme moment, when night should have died and day lived, nothing occurred. It was as if virtue had failed in the celestial fount. The hues in the east decayed, the hills seemed dimmer though in fact better lit, and a profound dis... | A Passage To India |
said Aziz, smiling charmingly. There was suddenly something regal about him. | No speaker | which we will call three,"<|quote|>said Aziz, smiling charmingly. There was suddenly something regal about him.</|quote|>"The train back is at | two hours for the caves, which we will call three,"<|quote|>said Aziz, smiling charmingly. There was suddenly something regal about him.</|quote|>"The train back is at eleven-thirty, and you will be | an elephant increased their self-esteem, and they tumbled out the luggage into the dust with shouts and bangs, issuing orders to one another, and convulsed with goodwill. "It takes an hour to get there, an hour to get back, and two hours for the caves, which we will call three,"<|quote|>said Aziz, smiling charmingly. T... | everything gets done sometime, and sooner or later every one gets his share of happiness. And Mohammed Latif was likewise content, because two of the guests had missed the train, and consequently he could ride on the howdah instead of following in a cart, and the servants were content because an elephant increased thei... | had gone through to obtain her. Semi-official, she was best approached through the Nawab Bahadur, who was best approached through Nureddin, but he never answered letters, but his mother had great influence with him and was a friend of Hamidullah Begum's, who had been excessively kind and had promised to call on her pro... | and mountains were beloved by them all. Romantic yet manageable, it sprang from a kindlier planet. Here an untidy plain stretched to the knees of the Marabar. "Good morning, good morning, put on your topis," shouted Aziz from farther down the train. "Put on your topis at once, the early sun is highly dangerous for head... | to have attempted the expedition, but had pulled herself together in case the pleasure of the others should suffer. Her dreams were of the same texture, but there it was her other children who were wanting something, Stella and Ralph, and she was explaining to them that she could not be in two families at once. When sh... | from farther down the train. "Put on your topis at once, the early sun is highly dangerous for heads. I speak as a doctor." "Good morning, good morning, put on your own." "Not for my thick head," he laughed, banging it and holding up pads of his hair. "Nice creature he is," murmured Adela. "Listen Mohammed Latif says G... | A Passage To India |
"The train back is at eleven-thirty, and you will be sitting down to your tiffin in Chandrapore with Mr. Heaslop at exactly your usual hour, namely, one-fifteen. I know everything about you. Four hours quite a small expedition and an hour extra for misfortunes, which occur somewhat frequently among my people. My idea i... | Dr. Aziz | suddenly something regal about him.<|quote|>"The train back is at eleven-thirty, and you will be sitting down to your tiffin in Chandrapore with Mr. Heaslop at exactly your usual hour, namely, one-fifteen. I know everything about you. Four hours quite a small expedition and an hour extra for misfortunes, which occur so... | Aziz, smiling charmingly. There was suddenly something regal about him.<|quote|>"The train back is at eleven-thirty, and you will be sitting down to your tiffin in Chandrapore with Mr. Heaslop at exactly your usual hour, namely, one-fifteen. I know everything about you. Four hours quite a small expedition and an hour e... | into the dust with shouts and bangs, issuing orders to one another, and convulsed with goodwill. "It takes an hour to get there, an hour to get back, and two hours for the caves, which we will call three," said Aziz, smiling charmingly. There was suddenly something regal about him.<|quote|>"The train back is at eleven-... | his share of happiness. And Mohammed Latif was likewise content, because two of the guests had missed the train, and consequently he could ride on the howdah instead of following in a cart, and the servants were content because an elephant increased their self-esteem, and they tumbled out the luggage into the dust with... | through the Nawab Bahadur, who was best approached through Nureddin, but he never answered letters, but his mother had great influence with him and was a friend of Hamidullah Begum's, who had been excessively kind and had promised to call on her provided the broken shutter of the purdah carriage came back soon enough f... | sprang from a kindlier planet. Here an untidy plain stretched to the knees of the Marabar. "Good morning, good morning, put on your topis," shouted Aziz from farther down the train. "Put on your topis at once, the early sun is highly dangerous for heads. I speak as a doctor." "Good morning, good morning, put on your ow... | case the pleasure of the others should suffer. Her dreams were of the same texture, but there it was her other children who were wanting something, Stella and Ralph, and she was explaining to them that she could not be in two families at once. When she awoke, Adela had ceased to plan, and leant out of a window, saying,... | think Mr. McBryde said so. Well, I must admit that England has it as regards sunrises. Do you remember Grasmere?" "Ah, dearest Grasmere!" Its little lakes and mountains were beloved by them all. Romantic yet manageable, it sprang from a kindlier planet. Here an untidy plain stretched to the knees of the Marabar. "Good ... | A Passage To India |
The elephant had knelt, grey and isolated, like another hill. They climbed up the ladder, and he mounted shikar fashion, treading first on the sharp edge of the heel and then into the looped-up tail. When Mohammed Latif followed him, the servant who held the end of the tail let go of it according to previous instructio... | No speaker | Then mount this wild animal."<|quote|>The elephant had knelt, grey and isolated, like another hill. They climbed up the ladder, and he mounted shikar fashion, treading first on the sharp edge of the heel and then into the looped-up tail. When Mohammed Latif followed him, the servant who held the end of the tail let go ... | the caves. Do you agree? Then mount this wild animal."<|quote|>The elephant had knelt, grey and isolated, like another hill. They climbed up the ladder, and he mounted shikar fashion, treading first on the sharp edge of the heel and then into the looped-up tail. When Mohammed Latif followed him, the servant who held th... | which occur somewhat frequently among my people. My idea is to plan everything without consulting you; but you, Mrs. Moore, or Miss Quested, you are at any moment to make alterations if you wish, even if it means giving up the caves. Do you agree? Then mount this wild animal."<|quote|>The elephant had knelt, grey and i... | was suddenly something regal about him. "The train back is at eleven-thirty, and you will be sitting down to your tiffin in Chandrapore with Mr. Heaslop at exactly your usual hour, namely, one-fifteen. I know everything about you. Four hours quite a small expedition and an hour extra for misfortunes, which occur somewh... | sooner or later every one gets his share of happiness. And Mohammed Latif was likewise content, because two of the guests had missed the train, and consequently he could ride on the howdah instead of following in a cart, and the servants were content because an elephant increased their self-esteem, and they tumbled out... | to your hills? The train has forgotten to stop." "Perhaps it is a circular train and goes back to Chandrapore without a break. Who knows!" Having wandered off into the plain for a mile, the train slowed up against an elephant. There was a platform too, but it shrivelled into insignificance. An elephant, waving her pain... | on whose summit one rock was poised if a mass so great can be called one rock. Behind it, recumbent, were the hills that contained the other caves, isolated each from his neighbour by broad channels of the plain. The assemblage, ten in all, shifted a little as the train crept past them, as if observing its arrival. "I'... | circular train and goes back to Chandrapore without a break. Who knows!" Having wandered off into the plain for a mile, the train slowed up against an elephant. There was a platform too, but it shrivelled into insignificance. An elephant, waving her painted forehead at the morn! "Oh, what a surprise!" called the ladies... | A Passage To India |
"A snake!" | Adela Quested | of a watercourse, and said,<|quote|>"A snake!"</|quote|>The villagers agreed, and Aziz | end at the farther side of a watercourse, and said,<|quote|>"A snake!"</|quote|>The villagers agreed, and Aziz explained: yes, a black cobra, | with whitewash. What were these mounds graves, breasts of the goddess Parvati? The villagers beneath gave both replies. Again, there was a confusion about a snake which was never cleared up. Miss Quested saw a thin, dark object reared on end at the farther side of a watercourse, and said,<|quote|>"A snake!"</|quote|>Th... | the ear. Life went on as usual, but had no consequences, that is to say, sounds did not echo or thoughts develop. Everything seemed cut off at its root, and therefore infected with illusion. For instance, there were some mounds by the edge of the track, low, serrated, and touched with whitewash. What were these mounds ... | centipede. And the only other movement to be seen was a movement as of antennae, really the counterpoises of the wells which rose and fell on their pivots of mud all over the plain and dispersed a feeble flow of water. The scene was agreeable rather than not in the mild morning air, but there was little colour in it, a... | agree? Then mount this wild animal." The elephant had knelt, grey and isolated, like another hill. They climbed up the ladder, and he mounted shikar fashion, treading first on the sharp edge of the heel and then into the looped-up tail. When Mohammed Latif followed him, the servant who held the end of the tail let go o... | pointless jests. "Dr. Aziz, what's happened to your hills? The train has forgotten to stop." "Perhaps it is a circular train and goes back to Chandrapore without a break. Who knows!" Having wandered off into the plain for a mile, the train slowed up against an elephant. There was a platform too, but it shrivelled into ... | to cook for Professor Godbole was planted under an acacia tree, to await their return. The train, also hoping to return, wobbled away through the fields, turning its head this way and that like a centipede. And the only other movement to be seen was a movement as of antennae, really the counterpoises of the wells which... | A Passage To India |
The villagers agreed, and Aziz explained: yes, a black cobra, very venomous, who had reared himself up to watch the passing of the elephant, But when she looked through Ronny's field-glasses, she found it wasn't a snake, but the withered and twisted stump of a toddy-palm. So she said, | No speaker | watercourse, and said, "A snake!"<|quote|>The villagers agreed, and Aziz explained: yes, a black cobra, very venomous, who had reared himself up to watch the passing of the elephant, But when she looked through Ronny's field-glasses, she found it wasn't a snake, but the withered and twisted stump of a toddy-palm. So sh... | the farther side of a watercourse, and said, "A snake!"<|quote|>The villagers agreed, and Aziz explained: yes, a black cobra, very venomous, who had reared himself up to watch the passing of the elephant, But when she looked through Ronny's field-glasses, she found it wasn't a snake, but the withered and twisted stump ... | What were these mounds graves, breasts of the goddess Parvati? The villagers beneath gave both replies. Again, there was a confusion about a snake which was never cleared up. Miss Quested saw a thin, dark object reared on end at the farther side of a watercourse, and said, "A snake!"<|quote|>The villagers agreed, and A... | Life went on as usual, but had no consequences, that is to say, sounds did not echo or thoughts develop. Everything seemed cut off at its root, and therefore infected with illusion. For instance, there were some mounds by the edge of the track, low, serrated, and touched with whitewash. What were these mounds graves, b... | the only other movement to be seen was a movement as of antennae, really the counterpoises of the wells which rose and fell on their pivots of mud all over the plain and dispersed a feeble flow of water. The scene was agreeable rather than not in the mild morning air, but there was little colour in it, and no vitality.... | mount this wild animal." The elephant had knelt, grey and isolated, like another hill. They climbed up the ladder, and he mounted shikar fashion, treading first on the sharp edge of the heel and then into the looped-up tail. When Mohammed Latif followed him, the servant who held the end of the tail let go of it accordi... | "Dr. Aziz, what's happened to your hills? The train has forgotten to stop." "Perhaps it is a circular train and goes back to Chandrapore without a break. Who knows!" Having wandered off into the plain for a mile, the train slowed up against an elephant. There was a platform too, but it shrivelled into insignificance. A... | practical jokes. Then the beast rose in two shattering movements, and poised them ten feet above the plain. Immediately below was the scurf of life that an elephant always collects round its feet villagers, naked babies. The servants flung crockery into tongas. Hassan annexed the stallion intended for Aziz, and defied ... | A Passage To India |
"It isn't a snake." | Adela Quested | a toddy-palm. So she said,<|quote|>"It isn't a snake."</|quote|>The villagers contradicted her. She | withered and twisted stump of a toddy-palm. So she said,<|quote|>"It isn't a snake."</|quote|>The villagers contradicted her. She had put the word into | snake!" The villagers agreed, and Aziz explained: yes, a black cobra, very venomous, who had reared himself up to watch the passing of the elephant, But when she looked through Ronny's field-glasses, she found it wasn't a snake, but the withered and twisted stump of a toddy-palm. So she said,<|quote|>"It isn't a snake.... | whitewash. What were these mounds graves, breasts of the goddess Parvati? The villagers beneath gave both replies. Again, there was a confusion about a snake which was never cleared up. Miss Quested saw a thin, dark object reared on end at the farther side of a watercourse, and said, "A snake!" The villagers agreed, an... | morning air, but there was little colour in it, and no vitality. As the elephant moved towards the hills (the pale sun had by this time saluted them to the base, and pencilled shadows down their creases) a new quality occurred, a spiritual silence which invaded more senses than the ear. Life went on as usual, but had n... | end of the tail let go of it according to previous instructions, so that the poor relative slipped and had to cling to the netting over the buttocks. It was a little piece of Court buffoonery, and distressed only the ladies, whom it was intended to divert. Both of them disliked practical jokes. Then the beast rose in t... | too, but it shrivelled into insignificance. An elephant, waving her painted forehead at the morn! "Oh, what a surprise!" called the ladies politely. Aziz said nothing, but he nearly burst with pride and relief. The elephant was the one grand feature of the picnic, and God alone knew what he had gone through to obtain h... | caves, which we will call three," said Aziz, smiling charmingly. There was suddenly something regal about him. "The train back is at eleven-thirty, and you will be sitting down to your tiffin in Chandrapore with Mr. Heaslop at exactly your usual hour, namely, one-fifteen. I know everything about you. Four hours quite a... | A Passage To India |
The villagers contradicted her. She had put the word into their minds, and they refused to abandon it. Aziz admitted that it looked like a tree through the glasses, but insisted that it was a black cobra really, and improvised some rubbish about protective mimicry. Nothing was explained, and yet there was no romance. F... | No speaker | said, "It isn't a snake."<|quote|>The villagers contradicted her. She had put the word into their minds, and they refused to abandon it. Aziz admitted that it looked like a tree through the glasses, but insisted that it was a black cobra really, and improvised some rubbish about protective mimicry. Nothing was explaine... | of a toddy-palm. So she said, "It isn't a snake."<|quote|>The villagers contradicted her. She had put the word into their minds, and they refused to abandon it. Aziz admitted that it looked like a tree through the glasses, but insisted that it was a black cobra really, and improvised some rubbish about protective mimic... | and Aziz explained: yes, a black cobra, very venomous, who had reared himself up to watch the passing of the elephant, But when she looked through Ronny's field-glasses, she found it wasn't a snake, but the withered and twisted stump of a toddy-palm. So she said, "It isn't a snake."<|quote|>The villagers contradicted h... | mounds graves, breasts of the goddess Parvati? The villagers beneath gave both replies. Again, there was a confusion about a snake which was never cleared up. Miss Quested saw a thin, dark object reared on end at the farther side of a watercourse, and said, "A snake!" The villagers agreed, and Aziz explained: yes, a bl... | was little colour in it, and no vitality. As the elephant moved towards the hills (the pale sun had by this time saluted them to the base, and pencilled shadows down their creases) a new quality occurred, a spiritual silence which invaded more senses than the ear. Life went on as usual, but had no consequences, that is... | let go of it according to previous instructions, so that the poor relative slipped and had to cling to the netting over the buttocks. It was a little piece of Court buffoonery, and distressed only the ladies, whom it was intended to divert. Both of them disliked practical jokes. Then the beast rose in two shattering mo... | into insignificance. An elephant, waving her painted forehead at the morn! "Oh, what a surprise!" called the ladies politely. Aziz said nothing, but he nearly burst with pride and relief. The elephant was the one grand feature of the picnic, and God alone knew what he had gone through to obtain her. Semi-official, she ... | fell on their pivots of mud all over the plain and dispersed a feeble flow of water. The scene was agreeable rather than not in the mild morning air, but there was little colour in it, and no vitality. As the elephant moved towards the hills (the pale sun had by this time saluted them to the base, and pencilled shadows... | A Passage To India |
"A horrid, stuffy place really," | Mrs. Moore | shadow, and here they camped.<|quote|>"A horrid, stuffy place really,"</|quote|>murmured Mrs. Moore to herself. | but the third was in shadow, and here they camped.<|quote|>"A horrid, stuffy place really,"</|quote|>murmured Mrs. Moore to herself. "How quick your servants are!" | A ruined tank held a little water which would do for the animals, and close above the mud was punched a black hole the first of the caves. Three hills encircled the tray. Two of them pumped out heat busily, but the third was in shadow, and here they camped.<|quote|>"A horrid, stuffy place really,"</|quote|>murmured Mrs... | really rather a drawback. In spite of his gay, confident talk, he had no notion how to treat this particular aspect of India; he was lost in it without Professor Godbole, like themselves. The corridor narrowed, then widened into a sort of tray. Here, more or less, was their goal. A ruined tank held a little water which... | to be seen on either side but the granite, very dead and quiet. The sky dominated as usual, but seemed unhealthily near, adhering like a ceiling to the summits of the precipices. It was as if the contents of the corridor had never been changed. Occupied by his own munificence, Aziz noticed nothing. His guests noticed a... | himself up to watch the passing of the elephant, But when she looked through Ronny's field-glasses, she found it wasn't a snake, but the withered and twisted stump of a toddy-palm. So she said, "It isn't a snake." The villagers contradicted her. She had put the word into their minds, and they refused to abandon it. Azi... | climbed up the ladder, and he mounted shikar fashion, treading first on the sharp edge of the heel and then into the looped-up tail. When Mohammed Latif followed him, the servant who held the end of the tail let go of it according to previous instructions, so that the poor relative slipped and had to cling to the netti... | and nothing was to be seen on either side but the granite, very dead and quiet. The sky dominated as usual, but seemed unhealthily near, adhering like a ceiling to the summits of the precipices. It was as if the contents of the corridor had never been changed. Occupied by his own munificence, Aziz noticed nothing. His ... | A Passage To India |
murmured Mrs. Moore to herself. | No speaker | "A horrid, stuffy place really,"<|quote|>murmured Mrs. Moore to herself.</|quote|>"How quick your servants are!" | shadow, and here they camped. "A horrid, stuffy place really,"<|quote|>murmured Mrs. Moore to herself.</|quote|>"How quick your servants are!" Miss Quested exclaimed. For a | little water which would do for the animals, and close above the mud was punched a black hole the first of the caves. Three hills encircled the tray. Two of them pumped out heat busily, but the third was in shadow, and here they camped. "A horrid, stuffy place really,"<|quote|>murmured Mrs. Moore to herself.</|quote|>"... | spite of his gay, confident talk, he had no notion how to treat this particular aspect of India; he was lost in it without Professor Godbole, like themselves. The corridor narrowed, then widened into a sort of tray. Here, more or less, was their goal. A ruined tank held a little water which would do for the animals, an... | side but the granite, very dead and quiet. The sky dominated as usual, but seemed unhealthily near, adhering like a ceiling to the summits of the precipices. It was as if the contents of the corridor had never been changed. Occupied by his own munificence, Aziz noticed nothing. His guests noticed a little. They did not... | passing of the elephant, But when she looked through Ronny's field-glasses, she found it wasn't a snake, but the withered and twisted stump of a toddy-palm. So she said, "It isn't a snake." The villagers contradicted her. She had put the word into their minds, and they refused to abandon it. Aziz admitted that it looke... | he mounted shikar fashion, treading first on the sharp edge of the heel and then into the looped-up tail. When Mohammed Latif followed him, the servant who held the end of the tail let go of it according to previous instructions, so that the poor relative slipped and had to cling to the netting over the buttocks. It wa... | and pencilled shadows down their creases) a new quality occurred, a spiritual silence which invaded more senses than the ear. Life went on as usual, but had no consequences, that is to say, sounds did not echo or thoughts develop. Everything seemed cut off at its root, and therefore infected with illusion. For instance... | A Passage To India |
"How quick your servants are!" | Adela Quested | murmured Mrs. Moore to herself.<|quote|>"How quick your servants are!"</|quote|>Miss Quested exclaimed. For a | "A horrid, stuffy place really," murmured Mrs. Moore to herself.<|quote|>"How quick your servants are!"</|quote|>Miss Quested exclaimed. For a cloth had already been laid, | for the animals, and close above the mud was punched a black hole the first of the caves. Three hills encircled the tray. Two of them pumped out heat busily, but the third was in shadow, and here they camped. "A horrid, stuffy place really," murmured Mrs. Moore to herself.<|quote|>"How quick your servants are!"</|quote... | talk, he had no notion how to treat this particular aspect of India; he was lost in it without Professor Godbole, like themselves. The corridor narrowed, then widened into a sort of tray. Here, more or less, was their goal. A ruined tank held a little water which would do for the animals, and close above the mud was pu... | dead and quiet. The sky dominated as usual, but seemed unhealthily near, adhering like a ceiling to the summits of the precipices. It was as if the contents of the corridor had never been changed. Occupied by his own munificence, Aziz noticed nothing. His guests noticed a little. They did not feel that it was an attrac... | when she looked through Ronny's field-glasses, she found it wasn't a snake, but the withered and twisted stump of a toddy-palm. So she said, "It isn't a snake." The villagers contradicted her. She had put the word into their minds, and they refused to abandon it. Aziz admitted that it looked like a tree through the gla... | first on the sharp edge of the heel and then into the looped-up tail. When Mohammed Latif followed him, the servant who held the end of the tail let go of it according to previous instructions, so that the poor relative slipped and had to cling to the netting over the buttocks. It was a little piece of Court buffoonery... | was a black cobra really, and improvised some rubbish about protective mimicry. Nothing was explained, and yet there was no romance. Films of heat, radiated from the Kawa Dol precipices, increased the confusion. They came at irregular intervals and moved capriciously. A patch of field would jump as if it was being frie... | A Passage To India |
Miss Quested exclaimed. For a cloth had already been laid, with a vase of artificial flowers in its centre, and Mahmoud Ali's butler offered them poached eggs and tea for the second time. | No speaker | "How quick your servants are!"<|quote|>Miss Quested exclaimed. For a cloth had already been laid, with a vase of artificial flowers in its centre, and Mahmoud Ali's butler offered them poached eggs and tea for the second time.</|quote|>"I thought we would eat | murmured Mrs. Moore to herself. "How quick your servants are!"<|quote|>Miss Quested exclaimed. For a cloth had already been laid, with a vase of artificial flowers in its centre, and Mahmoud Ali's butler offered them poached eggs and tea for the second time.</|quote|>"I thought we would eat this before our caves, and | above the mud was punched a black hole the first of the caves. Three hills encircled the tray. Two of them pumped out heat busily, but the third was in shadow, and here they camped. "A horrid, stuffy place really," murmured Mrs. Moore to herself. "How quick your servants are!"<|quote|>Miss Quested exclaimed. For a clot... | how to treat this particular aspect of India; he was lost in it without Professor Godbole, like themselves. The corridor narrowed, then widened into a sort of tray. Here, more or less, was their goal. A ruined tank held a little water which would do for the animals, and close above the mud was punched a black hole the ... | dominated as usual, but seemed unhealthily near, adhering like a ceiling to the summits of the precipices. It was as if the contents of the corridor had never been changed. Occupied by his own munificence, Aziz noticed nothing. His guests noticed a little. They did not feel that it was an attractive place or quite wort... | field-glasses, she found it wasn't a snake, but the withered and twisted stump of a toddy-palm. So she said, "It isn't a snake." The villagers contradicted her. She had put the word into their minds, and they refused to abandon it. Aziz admitted that it looked like a tree through the glasses, but insisted that it was a... | of the heel and then into the looped-up tail. When Mohammed Latif followed him, the servant who held the end of the tail let go of it according to previous instructions, so that the poor relative slipped and had to cling to the netting over the buttocks. It was a little piece of Court buffoonery, and distressed only th... | So she said, "It isn't a snake." The villagers contradicted her. She had put the word into their minds, and they refused to abandon it. Aziz admitted that it looked like a tree through the glasses, but insisted that it was a black cobra really, and improvised some rubbish about protective mimicry. Nothing was explained... | A Passage To India |
"I thought we would eat this before our caves, and breakfast after." | Dr. Aziz | tea for the second time.<|quote|>"I thought we would eat this before our caves, and breakfast after."</|quote|>"Isn't this breakfast?" "This breakfast? | offered them poached eggs and tea for the second time.<|quote|>"I thought we would eat this before our caves, and breakfast after."</|quote|>"Isn't this breakfast?" "This breakfast? Did you think I should | they camped. "A horrid, stuffy place really," murmured Mrs. Moore to herself. "How quick your servants are!" Miss Quested exclaimed. For a cloth had already been laid, with a vase of artificial flowers in its centre, and Mahmoud Ali's butler offered them poached eggs and tea for the second time.<|quote|>"I thought we w... | their goal. A ruined tank held a little water which would do for the animals, and close above the mud was punched a black hole the first of the caves. Three hills encircled the tray. Two of them pumped out heat busily, but the third was in shadow, and here they camped. "A horrid, stuffy place really," murmured Mrs. Moo... | own munificence, Aziz noticed nothing. His guests noticed a little. They did not feel that it was an attractive place or quite worth visiting, and wished it could have turned into some Mohammedan object, such as a mosque, which their host would have appreciated and explained. His ignorance became evident, and was reall... | their minds, and they refused to abandon it. Aziz admitted that it looked like a tree through the glasses, but insisted that it was a black cobra really, and improvised some rubbish about protective mimicry. Nothing was explained, and yet there was no romance. Films of heat, radiated from the Kawa Dol precipices, incre... | the poor relative slipped and had to cling to the netting over the buttocks. It was a little piece of Court buffoonery, and distressed only the ladies, whom it was intended to divert. Both of them disliked practical jokes. Then the beast rose in two shattering movements, and poised them ten feet above the plain. Immedi... | at irregular intervals and moved capriciously. A patch of field would jump as if it was being fried, and then lie quiet. As they drew closer the radiation stopped. The elephant walked straight at the Kawa Dol as if she would knock for admission with her forehead, then swerved, and followed a path round its base. The st... | A Passage To India |
"Isn't this breakfast?" | Adela Quested | our caves, and breakfast after."<|quote|>"Isn't this breakfast?"</|quote|>"This breakfast? Did you think | we would eat this before our caves, and breakfast after."<|quote|>"Isn't this breakfast?"</|quote|>"This breakfast? Did you think I should treat you so | "How quick your servants are!" Miss Quested exclaimed. For a cloth had already been laid, with a vase of artificial flowers in its centre, and Mahmoud Ali's butler offered them poached eggs and tea for the second time. "I thought we would eat this before our caves, and breakfast after."<|quote|>"Isn't this breakfast?"<... | for the animals, and close above the mud was punched a black hole the first of the caves. Three hills encircled the tray. Two of them pumped out heat busily, but the third was in shadow, and here they camped. "A horrid, stuffy place really," murmured Mrs. Moore to herself. "How quick your servants are!" Miss Quested ex... | not feel that it was an attractive place or quite worth visiting, and wished it could have turned into some Mohammedan object, such as a mosque, which their host would have appreciated and explained. His ignorance became evident, and was really rather a drawback. In spite of his gay, confident talk, he had no notion ho... | looked like a tree through the glasses, but insisted that it was a black cobra really, and improvised some rubbish about protective mimicry. Nothing was explained, and yet there was no romance. Films of heat, radiated from the Kawa Dol precipices, increased the confusion. They came at irregular intervals and moved capr... | the buttocks. It was a little piece of Court buffoonery, and distressed only the ladies, whom it was intended to divert. Both of them disliked practical jokes. Then the beast rose in two shattering movements, and poised them ten feet above the plain. Immediately below was the scurf of life that an elephant always colle... | field-glasses, she found it wasn't a snake, but the withered and twisted stump of a toddy-palm. So she said, "It isn't a snake." The villagers contradicted her. She had put the word into their minds, and they refused to abandon it. Aziz admitted that it looked like a tree through the glasses, but insisted that it was a... | A Passage To India |
"This breakfast? Did you think I should treat you so strangely?" | Dr. Aziz | breakfast after." "Isn't this breakfast?"<|quote|>"This breakfast? Did you think I should treat you so strangely?"</|quote|>He had been warned that | this before our caves, and breakfast after." "Isn't this breakfast?"<|quote|>"This breakfast? Did you think I should treat you so strangely?"</|quote|>He had been warned that English people never stop eating, | servants are!" Miss Quested exclaimed. For a cloth had already been laid, with a vase of artificial flowers in its centre, and Mahmoud Ali's butler offered them poached eggs and tea for the second time. "I thought we would eat this before our caves, and breakfast after." "Isn't this breakfast?"<|quote|>"This breakfast?... | and close above the mud was punched a black hole the first of the caves. Three hills encircled the tray. Two of them pumped out heat busily, but the third was in shadow, and here they camped. "A horrid, stuffy place really," murmured Mrs. Moore to herself. "How quick your servants are!" Miss Quested exclaimed. For a cl... | it was an attractive place or quite worth visiting, and wished it could have turned into some Mohammedan object, such as a mosque, which their host would have appreciated and explained. His ignorance became evident, and was really rather a drawback. In spite of his gay, confident talk, he had no notion how to treat thi... | tree through the glasses, but insisted that it was a black cobra really, and improvised some rubbish about protective mimicry. Nothing was explained, and yet there was no romance. Films of heat, radiated from the Kawa Dol precipices, increased the confusion. They came at irregular intervals and moved capriciously. A pa... | was a little piece of Court buffoonery, and distressed only the ladies, whom it was intended to divert. Both of them disliked practical jokes. Then the beast rose in two shattering movements, and poised them ten feet above the plain. Immediately below was the scurf of life that an elephant always collects round its fee... | knock for admission with her forehead, then swerved, and followed a path round its base. The stones plunged straight into the earth, like cliffs into the sea, and while Miss Quested was remarking on this, and saying that it was striking, the plain quietly disappeared, peeled off, so to speak, and nothing was to be seen... | A Passage To India |
He had been warned that English people never stop eating, and that he had better nourish them every two hours until a solid meal was ready. | No speaker | should treat you so strangely?"<|quote|>He had been warned that English people never stop eating, and that he had better nourish them every two hours until a solid meal was ready.</|quote|>"How very well it is | breakfast? Did you think I should treat you so strangely?"<|quote|>He had been warned that English people never stop eating, and that he had better nourish them every two hours until a solid meal was ready.</|quote|>"How very well it is all arranged." "That you shall | laid, with a vase of artificial flowers in its centre, and Mahmoud Ali's butler offered them poached eggs and tea for the second time. "I thought we would eat this before our caves, and breakfast after." "Isn't this breakfast?" "This breakfast? Did you think I should treat you so strangely?"<|quote|>He had been warned ... | first of the caves. Three hills encircled the tray. Two of them pumped out heat busily, but the third was in shadow, and here they camped. "A horrid, stuffy place really," murmured Mrs. Moore to herself. "How quick your servants are!" Miss Quested exclaimed. For a cloth had already been laid, with a vase of artificial ... | it could have turned into some Mohammedan object, such as a mosque, which their host would have appreciated and explained. His ignorance became evident, and was really rather a drawback. In spite of his gay, confident talk, he had no notion how to treat this particular aspect of India; he was lost in it without Profess... | cobra really, and improvised some rubbish about protective mimicry. Nothing was explained, and yet there was no romance. Films of heat, radiated from the Kawa Dol precipices, increased the confusion. They came at irregular intervals and moved capriciously. A patch of field would jump as if it was being fried, and then ... | ladies, whom it was intended to divert. Both of them disliked practical jokes. Then the beast rose in two shattering movements, and poised them ten feet above the plain. Immediately below was the scurf of life that an elephant always collects round its feet villagers, naked babies. The servants flung crockery into tong... | its root, and therefore infected with illusion. For instance, there were some mounds by the edge of the track, low, serrated, and touched with whitewash. What were these mounds graves, breasts of the goddess Parvati? The villagers beneath gave both replies. Again, there was a confusion about a snake which was never cle... | A Passage To India |
"How very well it is all arranged." | Adela Quested | a solid meal was ready.<|quote|>"How very well it is all arranged."</|quote|>"That you shall tell me | them every two hours until a solid meal was ready.<|quote|>"How very well it is all arranged."</|quote|>"That you shall tell me when I return to Chandrapore. | we would eat this before our caves, and breakfast after." "Isn't this breakfast?" "This breakfast? Did you think I should treat you so strangely?" He had been warned that English people never stop eating, and that he had better nourish them every two hours until a solid meal was ready.<|quote|>"How very well it is all ... | "A horrid, stuffy place really," murmured Mrs. Moore to herself. "How quick your servants are!" Miss Quested exclaimed. For a cloth had already been laid, with a vase of artificial flowers in its centre, and Mahmoud Ali's butler offered them poached eggs and tea for the second time. "I thought we would eat this before ... | really rather a drawback. In spite of his gay, confident talk, he had no notion how to treat this particular aspect of India; he was lost in it without Professor Godbole, like themselves. The corridor narrowed, then widened into a sort of tray. Here, more or less, was their goal. A ruined tank held a little water which... | precipices, increased the confusion. They came at irregular intervals and moved capriciously. A patch of field would jump as if it was being fried, and then lie quiet. As they drew closer the radiation stopped. The elephant walked straight at the Kawa Dol as if she would knock for admission with her forehead, then swer... | above the plain. Immediately below was the scurf of life that an elephant always collects round its feet villagers, naked babies. The servants flung crockery into tongas. Hassan annexed the stallion intended for Aziz, and defied Mahmoud Ali's man from its altitude. The Brahman who had been hired to cook for Professor G... | both replies. Again, there was a confusion about a snake which was never cleared up. Miss Quested saw a thin, dark object reared on end at the farther side of a watercourse, and said, "A snake!" The villagers agreed, and Aziz explained: yes, a black cobra, very venomous, who had reared himself up to watch the passing o... | A Passage To India |
"That you shall tell me when I return to Chandrapore. Whatever disgraces I bring upon myself, you remain my guests." | Dr. Aziz | well it is all arranged."<|quote|>"That you shall tell me when I return to Chandrapore. Whatever disgraces I bring upon myself, you remain my guests."</|quote|>He spoke gravely now. They | meal was ready. "How very well it is all arranged."<|quote|>"That you shall tell me when I return to Chandrapore. Whatever disgraces I bring upon myself, you remain my guests."</|quote|>He spoke gravely now. They were dependent on him for | and breakfast after." "Isn't this breakfast?" "This breakfast? Did you think I should treat you so strangely?" He had been warned that English people never stop eating, and that he had better nourish them every two hours until a solid meal was ready. "How very well it is all arranged."<|quote|>"That you shall tell me w... | Moore to herself. "How quick your servants are!" Miss Quested exclaimed. For a cloth had already been laid, with a vase of artificial flowers in its centre, and Mahmoud Ali's butler offered them poached eggs and tea for the second time. "I thought we would eat this before our caves, and breakfast after." "Isn't this br... | his gay, confident talk, he had no notion how to treat this particular aspect of India; he was lost in it without Professor Godbole, like themselves. The corridor narrowed, then widened into a sort of tray. Here, more or less, was their goal. A ruined tank held a little water which would do for the animals, and close a... | irregular intervals and moved capriciously. A patch of field would jump as if it was being fried, and then lie quiet. As they drew closer the radiation stopped. The elephant walked straight at the Kawa Dol as if she would knock for admission with her forehead, then swerved, and followed a path round its base. The stone... | scurf of life that an elephant always collects round its feet villagers, naked babies. The servants flung crockery into tongas. Hassan annexed the stallion intended for Aziz, and defied Mahmoud Ali's man from its altitude. The Brahman who had been hired to cook for Professor Godbole was planted under an acacia tree, to... | seen on either side but the granite, very dead and quiet. The sky dominated as usual, but seemed unhealthily near, adhering like a ceiling to the summits of the precipices. It was as if the contents of the corridor had never been changed. Occupied by his own munificence, Aziz noticed nothing. His guests noticed a littl... | A Passage To India |
He spoke gravely now. They were dependent on him for a few hours, and he felt grateful to them for placing themselves in such a position. All was well so far; the elephant held a fresh cut bough to her lips, the tonga shafts stuck up into the air, the kitchen-boy peeled potatoes, Hassan shouted, and Mohammed Latif stoo... | No speaker | myself, you remain my guests."<|quote|>He spoke gravely now. They were dependent on him for a few hours, and he felt grateful to them for placing themselves in such a position. All was well so far; the elephant held a fresh cut bough to her lips, the tonga shafts stuck up into the air, the kitchen-boy peeled potatoes, ... | Whatever disgraces I bring upon myself, you remain my guests."<|quote|>He spoke gravely now. They were dependent on him for a few hours, and he felt grateful to them for placing themselves in such a position. All was well so far; the elephant held a fresh cut bough to her lips, the tonga shafts stuck up into the air, t... | warned that English people never stop eating, and that he had better nourish them every two hours until a solid meal was ready. "How very well it is all arranged." "That you shall tell me when I return to Chandrapore. Whatever disgraces I bring upon myself, you remain my guests."<|quote|>He spoke gravely now. They were... | vase of artificial flowers in its centre, and Mahmoud Ali's butler offered them poached eggs and tea for the second time. "I thought we would eat this before our caves, and breakfast after." "Isn't this breakfast?" "This breakfast? Did you think I should treat you so strangely?" He had been warned that English people n... | it without Professor Godbole, like themselves. The corridor narrowed, then widened into a sort of tray. Here, more or less, was their goal. A ruined tank held a little water which would do for the animals, and close above the mud was punched a black hole the first of the caves. Three hills encircled the tray. Two of th... | quiet. As they drew closer the radiation stopped. The elephant walked straight at the Kawa Dol as if she would knock for admission with her forehead, then swerved, and followed a path round its base. The stones plunged straight into the earth, like cliffs into the sea, and while Miss Quested was remarking on this, and ... | Hassan annexed the stallion intended for Aziz, and defied Mahmoud Ali's man from its altitude. The Brahman who had been hired to cook for Professor Godbole was planted under an acacia tree, to await their return. The train, also hoping to return, wobbled away through the fields, turning its head this way and that like ... | quiet. The sky dominated as usual, but seemed unhealthily near, adhering like a ceiling to the summits of the precipices. It was as if the contents of the corridor had never been changed. Occupied by his own munificence, Aziz noticed nothing. His guests noticed a little. They did not feel that it was an attractive plac... | A Passage To India |
"Oh, what more can I do for her?" | Dr. Aziz | would lead him to think,<|quote|>"Oh, what more can I do for her?"</|quote|>and so back to the | its own decay, for it would lead him to think,<|quote|>"Oh, what more can I do for her?"</|quote|>and so back to the dull round of hospitality. The | Their images remained somewhere in his soul up to his dying day, permanent additions. He looked at her now as she sat on a deck-chair, sipping his tea, and had for a moment a joy that held the seeds of its own decay, for it would lead him to think,<|quote|>"Oh, what more can I do for her?"</|quote|>and so back to the d... | and beautiful effects on him they were his friends, his for ever, and he theirs for ever; he loved them so much that giving and receiving became one. He loved them even better than the Hamidullahs, because he had surmounted obstacles to meet them, and this stimulates a generous mind. Their images remained somewhere in ... | from another country, which is what all Indians long to do even cynics like Mahmoud Ali but they never have the chance. Hospitality had been achieved, they were "his" guests; his honour was involved in their happiness, and any discomfort they endured would tear his own soul. Like most Orientals, Aziz overrated hospital... | exclaimed. For a cloth had already been laid, with a vase of artificial flowers in its centre, and Mahmoud Ali's butler offered them poached eggs and tea for the second time. "I thought we would eat this before our caves, and breakfast after." "Isn't this breakfast?" "This breakfast? Did you think I should treat you so... | found it wasn't a snake, but the withered and twisted stump of a toddy-palm. So she said, "It isn't a snake." The villagers contradicted her. She had put the word into their minds, and they refused to abandon it. Aziz admitted that it looked like a tree through the glasses, but insisted that it was a black cobra really... | the animals, and close above the mud was punched a black hole the first of the caves. Three hills encircled the tray. Two of them pumped out heat busily, but the third was in shadow, and here they camped. "A horrid, stuffy place really," murmured Mrs. Moore to herself. "How quick your servants are!" Miss Quested exclai... | A Passage To India |
and so back to the dull round of hospitality. The black bullets of his eyes filled with soft expressive light, and he said, | No speaker | can I do for her?"<|quote|>and so back to the dull round of hospitality. The black bullets of his eyes filled with soft expressive light, and he said,</|quote|>"Do you ever remember our | to think, "Oh, what more can I do for her?"<|quote|>and so back to the dull round of hospitality. The black bullets of his eyes filled with soft expressive light, and he said,</|quote|>"Do you ever remember our mosque, Mrs. Moore?" "I do. | to his dying day, permanent additions. He looked at her now as she sat on a deck-chair, sipping his tea, and had for a moment a joy that held the seeds of its own decay, for it would lead him to think, "Oh, what more can I do for her?"<|quote|>and so back to the dull round of hospitality. The black bullets of his eyes ... | friends, his for ever, and he theirs for ever; he loved them so much that giving and receiving became one. He loved them even better than the Hamidullahs, because he had surmounted obstacles to meet them, and this stimulates a generous mind. Their images remained somewhere in his soul up to his dying day, permanent add... | long to do even cynics like Mahmoud Ali but they never have the chance. Hospitality had been achieved, they were "his" guests; his honour was involved in their happiness, and any discomfort they endured would tear his own soul. Like most Orientals, Aziz overrated hospitality, mistaking it for intimacy, and not seeing t... | with a vase of artificial flowers in its centre, and Mahmoud Ali's butler offered them poached eggs and tea for the second time. "I thought we would eat this before our caves, and breakfast after." "Isn't this breakfast?" "This breakfast? Did you think I should treat you so strangely?" He had been warned that English p... | and twisted stump of a toddy-palm. So she said, "It isn't a snake." The villagers contradicted her. She had put the word into their minds, and they refused to abandon it. Aziz admitted that it looked like a tree through the glasses, but insisted that it was a black cobra really, and improvised some rubbish about protec... | changed. Occupied by his own munificence, Aziz noticed nothing. His guests noticed a little. They did not feel that it was an attractive place or quite worth visiting, and wished it could have turned into some Mohammedan object, such as a mosque, which their host would have appreciated and explained. His ignorance beca... | A Passage To India |
"Do you ever remember our mosque, Mrs. Moore?" | Dr. Aziz | expressive light, and he said,<|quote|>"Do you ever remember our mosque, Mrs. Moore?"</|quote|>"I do. I do," she | his eyes filled with soft expressive light, and he said,<|quote|>"Do you ever remember our mosque, Mrs. Moore?"</|quote|>"I do. I do," she said, suddenly vital and young. | a moment a joy that held the seeds of its own decay, for it would lead him to think, "Oh, what more can I do for her?" and so back to the dull round of hospitality. The black bullets of his eyes filled with soft expressive light, and he said,<|quote|>"Do you ever remember our mosque, Mrs. Moore?"</|quote|>"I do. I do,"... | even better than the Hamidullahs, because he had surmounted obstacles to meet them, and this stimulates a generous mind. Their images remained somewhere in his soul up to his dying day, permanent additions. He looked at her now as she sat on a deck-chair, sipping his tea, and had for a moment a joy that held the seeds ... | honour was involved in their happiness, and any discomfort they endured would tear his own soul. Like most Orientals, Aziz overrated hospitality, mistaking it for intimacy, and not seeing that it is tainted with the sense of possession. It was only when Mrs. Moore or Fielding was near him that he saw further, and knew ... | "I thought we would eat this before our caves, and breakfast after." "Isn't this breakfast?" "This breakfast? Did you think I should treat you so strangely?" He had been warned that English people never stop eating, and that he had better nourish them every two hours until a solid meal was ready. "How very well it is a... | their minds, and they refused to abandon it. Aziz admitted that it looked like a tree through the glasses, but insisted that it was a black cobra really, and improvised some rubbish about protective mimicry. Nothing was explained, and yet there was no romance. Films of heat, radiated from the Kawa Dol precipices, incre... | mud was punched a black hole the first of the caves. Three hills encircled the tray. Two of them pumped out heat busily, but the third was in shadow, and here they camped. "A horrid, stuffy place really," murmured Mrs. Moore to herself. "How quick your servants are!" Miss Quested exclaimed. For a cloth had already been... | A Passage To India |
"I do. I do," | Mrs. Moore | remember our mosque, Mrs. Moore?"<|quote|>"I do. I do,"</|quote|>she said, suddenly vital and | he said, "Do you ever remember our mosque, Mrs. Moore?"<|quote|>"I do. I do,"</|quote|>she said, suddenly vital and young. "And how rough and | of its own decay, for it would lead him to think, "Oh, what more can I do for her?" and so back to the dull round of hospitality. The black bullets of his eyes filled with soft expressive light, and he said, "Do you ever remember our mosque, Mrs. Moore?"<|quote|>"I do. I do,"</|quote|>she said, suddenly vital and young... | surmounted obstacles to meet them, and this stimulates a generous mind. Their images remained somewhere in his soul up to his dying day, permanent additions. He looked at her now as she sat on a deck-chair, sipping his tea, and had for a moment a joy that held the seeds of its own decay, for it would lead him to think,... | discomfort they endured would tear his own soul. Like most Orientals, Aziz overrated hospitality, mistaking it for intimacy, and not seeing that it is tainted with the sense of possession. It was only when Mrs. Moore or Fielding was near him that he saw further, and knew that it is more blessed to receive than to give.... | caves, and breakfast after." "Isn't this breakfast?" "This breakfast? Did you think I should treat you so strangely?" He had been warned that English people never stop eating, and that he had better nourish them every two hours until a solid meal was ready. "How very well it is all arranged." "That you shall tell me wh... | Aziz admitted that it looked like a tree through the glasses, but insisted that it was a black cobra really, and improvised some rubbish about protective mimicry. Nothing was explained, and yet there was no romance. Films of heat, radiated from the Kawa Dol precipices, increased the confusion. They came at irregular in... | held a little water which would do for the animals, and close above the mud was punched a black hole the first of the caves. Three hills encircled the tray. Two of them pumped out heat busily, but the third was in shadow, and here they camped. "A horrid, stuffy place really," murmured Mrs. Moore to herself. "How quick ... | A Passage To India |
she said, suddenly vital and young. | No speaker | Moore?" "I do. I do,"<|quote|>she said, suddenly vital and young.</|quote|>"And how rough and rude | ever remember our mosque, Mrs. Moore?" "I do. I do,"<|quote|>she said, suddenly vital and young.</|quote|>"And how rough and rude I was, and how good | for it would lead him to think, "Oh, what more can I do for her?" and so back to the dull round of hospitality. The black bullets of his eyes filled with soft expressive light, and he said, "Do you ever remember our mosque, Mrs. Moore?" "I do. I do,"<|quote|>she said, suddenly vital and young.</|quote|>"And how rough a... | them, and this stimulates a generous mind. Their images remained somewhere in his soul up to his dying day, permanent additions. He looked at her now as she sat on a deck-chair, sipping his tea, and had for a moment a joy that held the seeds of its own decay, for it would lead him to think, "Oh, what more can I do for ... | tear his own soul. Like most Orientals, Aziz overrated hospitality, mistaking it for intimacy, and not seeing that it is tainted with the sense of possession. It was only when Mrs. Moore or Fielding was near him that he saw further, and knew that it is more blessed to receive than to give. These two had strange and bea... | "Isn't this breakfast?" "This breakfast? Did you think I should treat you so strangely?" He had been warned that English people never stop eating, and that he had better nourish them every two hours until a solid meal was ready. "How very well it is all arranged." "That you shall tell me when I return to Chandrapore. W... | looked like a tree through the glasses, but insisted that it was a black cobra really, and improvised some rubbish about protective mimicry. Nothing was explained, and yet there was no romance. Films of heat, radiated from the Kawa Dol precipices, increased the confusion. They came at irregular intervals and moved capr... | to herself. "How quick your servants are!" Miss Quested exclaimed. For a cloth had already been laid, with a vase of artificial flowers in its centre, and Mahmoud Ali's butler offered them poached eggs and tea for the second time. "I thought we would eat this before our caves, and breakfast after." "Isn't this breakfas... | A Passage To India |
"And how rough and rude I was, and how good you were." | Dr. Aziz | said, suddenly vital and young.<|quote|>"And how rough and rude I was, and how good you were."</|quote|>"And how happy we both | "I do. I do," she said, suddenly vital and young.<|quote|>"And how rough and rude I was, and how good you were."</|quote|>"And how happy we both were." "Friendships last longest that | think, "Oh, what more can I do for her?" and so back to the dull round of hospitality. The black bullets of his eyes filled with soft expressive light, and he said, "Do you ever remember our mosque, Mrs. Moore?" "I do. I do," she said, suddenly vital and young.<|quote|>"And how rough and rude I was, and how good you we... | mind. Their images remained somewhere in his soul up to his dying day, permanent additions. He looked at her now as she sat on a deck-chair, sipping his tea, and had for a moment a joy that held the seeds of its own decay, for it would lead him to think, "Oh, what more can I do for her?" and so back to the dull round o... | Orientals, Aziz overrated hospitality, mistaking it for intimacy, and not seeing that it is tainted with the sense of possession. It was only when Mrs. Moore or Fielding was near him that he saw further, and knew that it is more blessed to receive than to give. These two had strange and beautiful effects on him they we... | you think I should treat you so strangely?" He had been warned that English people never stop eating, and that he had better nourish them every two hours until a solid meal was ready. "How very well it is all arranged." "That you shall tell me when I return to Chandrapore. Whatever disgraces I bring upon myself, you re... | glasses, but insisted that it was a black cobra really, and improvised some rubbish about protective mimicry. Nothing was explained, and yet there was no romance. Films of heat, radiated from the Kawa Dol precipices, increased the confusion. They came at irregular intervals and moved capriciously. A patch of field woul... | allowed to show courtesy to visitors from another country, which is what all Indians long to do even cynics like Mahmoud Ali but they never have the chance. Hospitality had been achieved, they were "his" guests; his honour was involved in their happiness, and any discomfort they endured would tear his own soul. Like mo... | A Passage To India |
"And how happy we both were." | Mrs. Moore | and how good you were."<|quote|>"And how happy we both were."</|quote|>"Friendships last longest that begin | rough and rude I was, and how good you were."<|quote|>"And how happy we both were."</|quote|>"Friendships last longest that begin like that, I think. Shall | to the dull round of hospitality. The black bullets of his eyes filled with soft expressive light, and he said, "Do you ever remember our mosque, Mrs. Moore?" "I do. I do," she said, suddenly vital and young. "And how rough and rude I was, and how good you were."<|quote|>"And how happy we both were."</|quote|>"Friendsh... | day, permanent additions. He looked at her now as she sat on a deck-chair, sipping his tea, and had for a moment a joy that held the seeds of its own decay, for it would lead him to think, "Oh, what more can I do for her?" and so back to the dull round of hospitality. The black bullets of his eyes filled with soft expr... | it is tainted with the sense of possession. It was only when Mrs. Moore or Fielding was near him that he saw further, and knew that it is more blessed to receive than to give. These two had strange and beautiful effects on him they were his friends, his for ever, and he theirs for ever; he loved them so much that givin... | that English people never stop eating, and that he had better nourish them every two hours until a solid meal was ready. "How very well it is all arranged." "That you shall tell me when I return to Chandrapore. Whatever disgraces I bring upon myself, you remain my guests." He spoke gravely now. They were dependent on h... | some rubbish about protective mimicry. Nothing was explained, and yet there was no romance. Films of heat, radiated from the Kawa Dol precipices, increased the confusion. They came at irregular intervals and moved capriciously. A patch of field would jump as if it was being fried, and then lie quiet. As they drew close... | offered them poached eggs and tea for the second time. "I thought we would eat this before our caves, and breakfast after." "Isn't this breakfast?" "This breakfast? Did you think I should treat you so strangely?" He had been warned that English people never stop eating, and that he had better nourish them every two hou... | A Passage To India |
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