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§" He followed her
into the bedroom. In a week--it was only a week--her appearance had degenerated
extraordinarily. Her hair looked greasy. All her lockets were gone, and she was
wearing a Manchester longyi of flowered cotton,
costing two rupees eight annas. She had coated her face so thick with powder
that it was like a clown's mask, and at the roots of her hair, where the powder
ended, there was a ribbon of natural-coloured brown skin. She looked a drab.
Flory would not face her, but stood looking sullenly through the open doorway
to the veranda.
§ “Thank you,
Monsieur.” She spoke in English but her voice was foreign, a rich low voice very
seductive in quality. As she was about to pass on, she hesitated and murmured:
“Pardon, Monsieur, but I think you were recently at Grasse?”
§ At the same time,
the Emperor had a great desire that I should see the magnificence of his
palace; but this I was not able to do till three days after, which I spent in
cutting down, with my knife, some of the largest trees in the royal park, about
a hundred yards distance from the city. Of these trees I made two stools, each
about three feet high, and strong enough to bear my weight.
§ Alas,” said
Candide, “my dear Pangloss often proved to me that the goods of this world are
common to all men, that everyone has an equal right to them. Acting on that
principle, the Franciscan should have left us enough to finish our journey. So
you have nothing left, fair Cunegonde?”
§ P.V. Narasimha Rao
came from humble home. His intellectual centre was India; his roots were deep
in its spiritual and religious soil. His knowledge of Sanskrit profound. He was
a man of learning, a scholar, a linguist and a thinker of the first order.
§ Gogol has never
heard the term ABCD. He eventually gathers that it stands for
"American-born confused deshi." In other words him. he learns that C
could also stand for "conflicted."
§ The Don said
meekly, “Wait, I’ll get you your money.” Then he went out into the garden and
said to Sonny, “Listen, there’s some men working on the furnace, I don’t
understand what they want. Go in and take care of the matter.”
§ “The rudeness
spread to one of the assistant directors,” said Moriarty. “Instead of calling
Marilyn for a scene, he would stand there and glare at her, tapping his foot
for as long as he could. There would eventually be a big blow up, when all the
man had to do was say, ‘Excuse me, Miss Monroe, we’re ready for you.’ She was
denied all the prerogatives of a star.”
§ Taken aback by this
passionate eloquence, Ruru lowered his staff. He feared that the snake might be
a sage in disguise. Seeking to appease the great soul, Ruru said, “You do not
seem like an ordinary snake. I believe you must be some other being only
temporarily occupying this form. Tell me then, how did you come to be a snake?’
§ The sun was now
setting. It was about three in the afternoon when Alisande had begun to tell me
who the cow-boys were; so she had made pretty good progress with it- for her.
She would arrive some time or other, no doubt, but she was not a person who
could be hurried.
§ I honour your
circumspection. A fortnight’s acquaintance is certainly very little. One cannot
know what a man really is by the end of a fortnight. But if we do not venture
somebody else will; and after all, Mrs. Long and her daughters must stand their
chance; and, therefore, as she will think it an act of kindness, if you decline
the office, I will take it on myself.
§ FAY. Your son is a
thorn in my flesh. The contents of his dressing-table are in indictment of his
way of life. Not only firearms, but family-planning equipment. A Papal
dispensation is needed to dust his room.
§ In a country as
diverse as ours, there will always be passionate arguments about how we draw
the line when it comes to government action. That is how our democracy works.
But our democracy might work a bit better if we recognized that all of us
possess values that are worthy of respect; if liberals at least acknowledged
that the recreational hunter feels the same way about his gun as they feel
about their library books, and if conservatives recognized that most women feel
as protective of their right to reproductive freedom as evangelicals do of
their right to worship.
§ The pigeon that
stays at home is always in terror for the fate of the pigeon on the wing.
§ All this modern
brag about women’s lib, male bashing appeared as poster signs for the erudite
to read and jostle through this not-so-good world, as you still had the Ria’s
of the world to be saved from the callous studs and the bitchy hens of the
‘scheming jungle’ called society.’
§ ‘Mar. Death is a
penalty which a person can pay only once, and she has made that payment. What
you wish to do has been done already for you. the last words she spoke were,
“Anthony, most noble Anthony!” and in the midst of her speech, a rending groan
came in the middle of “Anthony”; the word was split in two between, her heart
and her lips. She gave up her life, and the half of your name was buried within
her.’
§ “All is well so
far. The lambardar reports regularly. No refugees have come through the village
yet.I am sure no one in Mano Majra even knows that the British have left and
the country is divided into Pakistan and Hindustan. Some of them know about
Gandhi but I doubt if anyone has even heard about Jinnah.”
§ In the Mahabharata,
Pandu has two wives but cannot have sex with them because of a curse. Pandu
means pale and weak and could be related to the Sanskrit word panda meant for
men unable to have sex with women for a variety of reasons.
§ ‘Mr Gilmer’s back
stiffened a little, and I felt sorry for him. Perhaps I’d better explain
something now. I’ve heard that lawyers’ children, on seeing their parents in
court in the heat of argument, get the wrong idea: they think opposing counsel
to be the personal enemies of their parents, they suffer agonies, and are
surprised to see them often go out arm-in-arm with their tormentors during the
first recess.’
§ ‘Well, there was
once a tortoise, who was, of course, provided with a shell, and within this
shell he used to hide for protection against the attacks of his enemies. One
day, someone said to him, “You must find it very hot inside there in the
summertime. Besides, when you are hidden, no one can admire your bodily
perfections. Now, here is a serpent who will give you a million and a half for
your shell.”’ ‘Good!’ said Monsieur Fouquet,
laughing. ‘So the tortoise sold his shell,
and had to go about unprotected. He was discovered by a vulture, who, feeling
hungry, broke his back with a blow of his beak, and had him for dinner.’
§ A little later,
full into view swung a duplication of his dromedary, tall and white, and
bearing a houdah, the travelling litter of Hindostan.’
§ Viswamitra, the greatest
of the ascetic heroes of the Iliad of the East, had in him a perfect
representative. He might have been called a Life drenched with the wisdom of
Brahma- Devotion Incarnate.’
§ ‘He spoke bluffly,
and only somebody like Sherlock Holmes or Monsieur Poirot could have divined
that at the sound of her voice his soul had turned a double somersault, leaving
him quivering with an almost Bill Rowcester-like intensity.’
§ Initially the
losses ran to crores of rupees, Sir, but since we stopped production it has proved
very economical !
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