“He stepped onto the path that led through the swamp to the History House.
He left no ripples in the water.
No footprints on the shore.
He held his mundu spread above his head to dry. The wind lifted it like a sail. He was suddenly happy.Things will get worse, he thought to himself. Then better. He was walking swiftly now, towards the Heart of Darkness. As lonely as a wolf.
The God of Loss.
The God of Small Things.
Naked but for his nail varnish.”
The God of Small Things (1997)
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Indian novelist, essayist 1961Related quotes

Second Odyssey http://www.cavafy.com/poems/content.asp?id=329&cat=4, as translated by Walter Kaiser
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The Creation, st. 6.
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To Seneca Lake, reported in Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. (1919).

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God thought and thought,
Till he thought: I'll make me a man!”
The Creation, st. 10.
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