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2005-11-29 - 2:26 p.m.
Tamil Historical Epic? Of course I am...
Recently was tickled by the following passage from David Davidar's The House of Blue Mangoes, a novel of three generations in South India in the early 20th Century:
Mrs Stevenson continued to regard her friend steadily over the top of her spectacles. It was one of the mannerisms that she had diligently cultivated. It came in very useful at the club, or the more prestigious parties, when she had to cow some upstart or bore into silence. She mourned the passing of the lorgnette, perfect for the imperious stare and the silent put-down. But she managed. She had no intention of trying to put the amiable Gloria Wilkins down; it was just, well, perhaps she was just practising for Friday week.
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