Capitolo 78
I saw her/it after three years in England. You was living in
you lodge near a school that you/they frequented his/her boys. You seemed worn out by the worries.
Its relationships had been kind to her, but not warmly affectionate. You
you/he/she had been disappointed with the welcome one you/they had given him for them. They seemed
changed to her, more formal narrower, more cold. You craved to return
in India; once more to be with his/her husband. But he was absorbed with
his/her job. He wrote short letters that include cheque; but he never said
what she missed him, that he craved to see again her, that she owes
goes out to him, or that he has to go to her. He could not grow
do I also cool? No, he was busy; he had never been demonstrative in his
affection; this was his/her way. And she was anxious on the boys. You
doesn't know if theirs was getting on really, if she were
making the best for them, if theirs father would be satisfied. You
it didn't have friends near her, anybody to speak to; then she brooded on these
problems, exaggerated them, and it pierced.
Her husband was a man that lived in his/her his/her own thoughts and his/her thoughts
it was thoughts of book. The world of leaf and bird, the circumambient
firmament of music and it turns on, shone in on him through books. A book
it was the key master that has opened all of his/her senses that have explained the
various panorama, animated the hero, it painted the flower, it inflated the
orchestra of wind and ocean, peopled the plans of India with
starvelings and the mountains of Afghanistan with cut-throats. Without
a book around that he has stirred as a lost shade in of the weak dreamland of
echo.
Each knew that he was a researcher, and its thoughts had once or twice
encircled out to the clear and strong world as one trumpet-note through the
oracles of the Press. But in society he was timid, awkward, and awkward
of discourse, rather incapable to put in order his/her thoughts, abandoned by his
memory, confused first his/her his/her own silences, and it frightened from his really