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If You Write A Novel Alone You Sit And You Weave A Little Narrative. And It's O.k., But It's Of No Account.

A Civilization Which Has Taken Over The World Cannot Be Said To Be Dying.

Out Of Its Squalor And Human Decay, Its Eruptions Of Butchery, India Produced So Many People Of Grace And Beauty, Ruled By Elaborate Courtesy. Producing Too Much Life, It Denied The Value Of Life; Yet It Permitted A Unique Human Development To So Many. Nowhere Were People So Heightened, Rounded And Individualistic; Nowhere Did They Offer Themselves So Fully And With Such Assurance. To Know Indians Was To Take A Delight In People As People; Every Encounter Was An Adventure. I Did Not Want India To Sink [out Of My Memory]; The Mere Thought Was Painful.

In England I Am Not English, In India I Am Not Indian. I Am Chained To The 1,000 Square Miles That Is Trinidad; But I Will Evade That Fate Yet.

The Past Has To Be Seen To Be Dead; Or The Past Will Kill.