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Nur and Imtiaz’s Son
Jayadev is one of Deven’s colleagues in the Hindi department at Lala Ram Lal College. Deven hates Jayadev because he’s shallow, unimaginative, and slimy: he pretends to be Deven’s friend, then gossips behind his back. Still, he and Deven have a memorable conversation about the future of education and the purpose of the humanities. He is named after the ancient Sanskrit poet Jayadeva, which suggests that he is a Hindu character foil to the Muslim Nur, but his name also has the same root as Deven’s (dev, or “god”).
Jayadev Quotes in In Custody
The In Custody quotes below are all either spoken by Jayadev or refer to Jayadev . For each quote, you can also see the other characters and themes related to it (each theme is indicated by its own dot and icon, like this one:
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Chapter 10
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Deven recalled, incongruously enough, the conversation in the canteen with Jayadev, how they had envied their scientist colleagues who had at their command the discipline of mathematics, of geometry, in which every question had its answer and every problem its solution. If art, if poetry, could be made to submit their answers, not merely to contain them within perfect, unblemished shapes but to release them and make them available, then—he thought, then—
But then the bubble would be breached and burst, and it would no longer be perfect. And if it were not perfect, and constant, then it would all have been for nothing, it would be nothing.
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Jayadev Quotes in In Custody
The In Custody quotes below are all either spoken by Jayadev or refer to Jayadev . For each quote, you can also see the other characters and themes related to it (each theme is indicated by its own dot and icon, like this one:
).
Chapter 10
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Deven recalled, incongruously enough, the conversation in the canteen with Jayadev, how they had envied their scientist colleagues who had at their command the discipline of mathematics, of geometry, in which every question had its answer and every problem its solution. If art, if poetry, could be made to submit their answers, not merely to contain them within perfect, unblemished shapes but to release them and make them available, then—he thought, then—
But then the bubble would be breached and burst, and it would no longer be perfect. And if it were not perfect, and constant, then it would all have been for nothing, it would be nothing.
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