'[Mrs Moore] Accustomed to the privacy of London, she could not realise that India, seemingly so mysterious, contains none, and that consequently the conventions have greater force.' - p.68
This is certainly true, there is no privacy; fear of liberal talk proliferating keeps one self-consciously in check. Everyone knows everyone who knows anyone who talks to everyone such that noone can afford to adopt an entirely independent 'who cares what anyone thinks' attitude because there will always be someone who cares. Obstacles of interconnection are everywhere; only the white tiger can break through at great personal cost and tremendously destructive consequences.
'There's nothing in India but the weather...it's the alpha and omega of the whole affair' - p.68
Lethargic. Soporific. Heat. I miss it.
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