said it was wrongâwhat was the use of coming to India if all you did here was to be a tourist? Tourists donât live, I told him, they only lookâand looking is nothing, it doesnât change you, it doesnât help you really and truly find yourself. He pretended to be listening but he wasnât at all, I could see that very well. His thoughts were quite different and how they made him suffer. That made me madâthat he should suffer like that and be so entangled in these feelings and making no effort to free himself. And I decided there and then that yes, I would go with Margaret. I was fed up with everything here, with all these small things that engulfed people. I didnât want anything like that to happen to me.
Raymond Writes to His Mother
â. . . I meet Miss Charlotte quite often now and like her very much. So would you. She would fit in very well at Hazelhurst, and I can quite clearly see her and you going for long walks togetherâshe strides in the same way you doâand having animated discussions on life and literature, both of you shrieking in high, girlish voices. I canât get over the way sheâs so English, considering the years sheâs been out here and the sort of work sheâs been doing. Of course Iâm very sorry about the extradition orders and am in fact trying to help her get them revoked ( not hopeful), but in a way I rather like the idea of her being back in England. You know, the gardens here are full of English flowers like larkspur and phlox and pansies and sweet peas. Whenever I see them, I get a strange feeling and wonder what are they doing here, how did they grow, and how are they managing to survive. I get the same feeling with Miss Charlotte. âIâm off tomorrow at 4 A.M. (grisly hour). My itinerary is as follows: Jaipur, Udaipur, Ahmedabad, Bombay, and then on my way back Iâll just stop by at Agra for another look at the Taj Mahal and of course the great and glorious Fatehpur Sikri. Shyam is still hankering to come with me but Iâm afraid Iâm not quite grand enough to be able to travel around with my own personal body-servant. Besides, those air fares are rather prohibitive. Everyone is telling me all Iâm missing by not going by car or train, and I dare say I am, but I want to be a touristâI am a touristâand get quickly from one place to another without having to take in great drafts of India on the way. Now, darling, please make a careful note of these addresses to which you must write and donât get them mixed up because you know how disappointed and anxious Iâll be if I donât find your letters waiting for me. . . .â
Lee Writes to Asha
â. . . I think of you quite often and then I think you would be happy here too. I know it. Sometimes when you speak to me about those things youâre always speaking about I feel that really thatâs not what you want at all, really itâs something else youâre looking for and this something else is the same Iâm looking for and Margaret and so many others and perhaps even everyone in the world if they only knew it. Margaret keeps saying that her eyes have been opened and thatâs true but only if you remember that this means the inner eyes and those of course are not only vision but all other faculties as well, including the very highest faculties we have. If only we wake up to the fact that we do have themâor are woken up to that fact, because most of us are too corrupted to find them for ourselves. Swamiji has asked me to tell him about all the people I know. Itâs important for me to do this, to reveal everything to him so that I can become the new person he wants to make me and I want so much to be. When I told him about you he was very interested and he agreed that you too are a person looking for the right way. And he wants to help you and I want it too that you should come to him. If only I could give you some
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