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My reputation as a good fellow, a Sahib, a man not to be trifled with, was
therefore established within three hours of my arrival, for a civil servant, wearing
bright green flannel collars and accompanied by a dog who within the space of
ten minutes had killed a cat and a large snake, commanded immediate respect.
By a lucky chance I clinched the matter that same evening and again proved
myself to be a man whom one cannot trifle with. My third asset was that I could
play a competent ...
He was a small, insignificant looking man, with hollow cheeks, a rather grubby
yellow face, an apologetic moustache, and frightened or worried eyes behind
strong spectacles. He always reminded me of Leonard Bast in Howard's End. He
did not play tennis and he did not play bridge and did not mix at all in the white
society of "the station", living alone in a largish bungalow with a piano, so it was
said, and a vast number of books. The policemen, Dowbiggin and Bowes, hated
him for ...
Eventually he decided to come with me and play tennis, and so one evening,
fitted out with tennis shoes and a racket, Dutton appeared, to the astonishment of
the habituds, on the courts. Among the habituds or habitudes were the two
missionaries, Miss Case and Miss Beeching, who came to the courts solely, I
think, because they wanted exercise. They obviously and with justification
disapproved of the other habituds, including myself, and they very rarely stayed
on the courts after ...
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LibraryThing ReviewUser Review - Jenney - LibraryThing
In the feudal society of Ceylon "I felt that there was some depth of happiness rather than pleasure, of satisfaction, . . . which the western world is losing or has lost." (p 158) Judgments such as ... Read full review
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This is the second book Leonard Woolf wrote of his life. He is a graceful author, and a sensitive man. Good look into an aristocratic young britisher and his growing up. Read full review