The Judge / Jemubhai Quotes in The Inheritance of Loss
The dowry bids poured in and his father began an exhilarated weighing and tallying: ugly face—a little more gold, a pale skin—a little less. A dark and ugly daughter of a rich man seemed their best bet.
“Don’t work too hard.”
“One must, Mrs. Rice.”
He had learned to take refuge in the third person and to keep everyone at bay, to keep even himself away from himself like the Queen.
He thought of how the English government and its civil servants had sailed away throwing their topis overboard, leaving behind only those ridiculous Indians who couldn’t rid themselves of what they had broken their souls to learn.
The man with the white curly wig and a dark face covered in powder, bringing down his hammer, always against the native, in a world that was still colonial.