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472 pages, Paperback
First published January 1, 1966
"I'm sorry about your eyes, HE said, but there's nothing I can do unless you want a miracle. No, I said, no miracle, thank YOU. I shall get used to it and I expect YOU will help me. Anyway, when you've lived a long time and can hardly hobble about on sticks but spend most of the day in bed your eyes aren't much use. It would need three miracles, one for the eyes, one for the legs and one to take twenty years off my age. Three miracles for one old woman! What a waste! Besides, I said, miracles are to convince the unconvinced. What do YOU take me for? An unbeliever?"
A Young Paul Scott
"There was nothing to conform with, except an idea, a charade played around a phrase: white superiority... India had reached flash point. It was bound to because it was based on a violation. A white man in India can feel physically superior without unsexing himself. But what happens to a woman if she tells herself that 99 percent of the men she sees are not men at all, but creatures of an inferior species whose color is their main distinguishing mark? What happens when you unsex a nation, treat it like a nation of eunuchs? Because that's what we've done,
isn't it?" - Daphne Manners
"There is a salvation of a kind for a boy like him. He is the leftover, the loose end of our reign, the kind of person we created -I suppose for the best intentions...
The worst aspects of our colonialism will just evaporate into history as imperial mystique, foolish glorification of a severely practical and greedy policy." - Lady Ethel Manners
This is the story of a rape, of the events that led up to it and followed it, and of the place in which it happened. There are the action, the people, and the place; all of which are interrelated but in their totality incommunicable in isolation from the moral continuum of human affairs.The third paragraph of the first part of the first volume of Paul Scott's monumental Raj Quartet. This my first time reading it, but I thought I knew it from having seen the British Granada TV series twice now, the last quite recently. But Scott's book is a revelation. It is not just the fact of its being another medium; it occupies another dimension—several of them, in fact. Even beside EM Forster's A Passage to India , that touchstone critique of colonialism, it is a work of genius in its scale, in the stupendous breadth of its sympathies, and in its extraordinary narrative technique.
This is the story of a rape, of the events that led up to it and followed it and of the place in which it happened. There are the action, the people, and the place; all of which are interrelated but in their totality incommunicable in isolation from the moral continuum of human affairs.
"She had devoted her life, in a practical and unimportant way, trying to prove that fear was evil because it promoted prejudice, that courage was good because it was a sign of selflessness, that ignorance was bad because fear sprang from it, that knowledge was good because the more you knew of the world's complexity the more clearly you saw the insignificance of the part you played."
"The English have always revered saints but hated them to be shrewd."
"You settle for the second-rate, you settle for the lesson you appear to have learned and forget the lesson you hoped to learn and might have learned, and so learn nothing at all, because the second-rate is the world's common factor, and any damned fool people can teach it, any damned fool people can inherit it."