Grace Quotes in The Vendor of Sweets
Gradually his reading of the Bhagavad Gita was replaced by the blue airmail letters.
Prayer was a sound way of isolating oneself—but sooner or later it ended: one could not go on praying eternally, though one ought to.
“If she has nothing to do here, she goes back, that’s all. Her air ticket must be bought immediately.”
“But a wife must be with her husband, whatever happens.”
“That was in your day,” said Mali, and left the room.
“Mo has no more use for me.”
“Use or no use, my wife—well, you know, I looked after her all her life.”
“Our young men live in a different world from ours and we must not let ourselves be upset too much by certain things they do.”
“Grace has been getting funny notions, that’s why I told you to pack her off, but you grudged the expenditure,” said Mali.
Jagan, as became a junior, was careful not to show too much personal interest in his marriage, but he was anxious to know what was going on.
They sent out three thousand invitations. […] Jagan’s whole time was spent in greeting the guests or prostrating himself at their feet as if they were older relatives. The priests compelled him to sit before the holy fire performing complicated rites and reciting sacred mantras; his consolation was that during most of these he had to be clasping his wife’s hand; he felt enormously responsible as he glanced at the sacred thali he had knotted around her neck at the most auspicious moment of the ceremonies.
“If you meet her, tell her that if she ever wants to go back to her country, I will buy her a ticket. It’s a duty we owe her. She was a good girl.”
Grace Quotes in The Vendor of Sweets
Gradually his reading of the Bhagavad Gita was replaced by the blue airmail letters.
Prayer was a sound way of isolating oneself—but sooner or later it ended: one could not go on praying eternally, though one ought to.
“If she has nothing to do here, she goes back, that’s all. Her air ticket must be bought immediately.”
“But a wife must be with her husband, whatever happens.”
“That was in your day,” said Mali, and left the room.
“Mo has no more use for me.”
“Use or no use, my wife—well, you know, I looked after her all her life.”
“Our young men live in a different world from ours and we must not let ourselves be upset too much by certain things they do.”
“Grace has been getting funny notions, that’s why I told you to pack her off, but you grudged the expenditure,” said Mali.
Jagan, as became a junior, was careful not to show too much personal interest in his marriage, but he was anxious to know what was going on.
They sent out three thousand invitations. […] Jagan’s whole time was spent in greeting the guests or prostrating himself at their feet as if they were older relatives. The priests compelled him to sit before the holy fire performing complicated rites and reciting sacred mantras; his consolation was that during most of these he had to be clasping his wife’s hand; he felt enormously responsible as he glanced at the sacred thali he had knotted around her neck at the most auspicious moment of the ceremonies.
“If you meet her, tell her that if she ever wants to go back to her country, I will buy her a ticket. It’s a duty we owe her. She was a good girl.”