"White Tiger" [.]

[fiefoe]

The murder of course didn't come as a surprise, and once it happened it was smooth sailing.

• Ashok was a classic first-gear man. He liked to start things, but nothing held his attention for long.
• As I brushed my teeth with my finger, I noticed what my left hand wad doing: it had crawled up to my groin without my noticing.
• One of the best things to put in the fire is cellophane.
• Two cars went by, one behind the other, their headlights making a continuous ripple on the leaves, like you see on the branches of trees that grow by a lake. How many thousands of such beautiful things there must be to see in Delhi. If you were just free to go wherever you wanted.
• our Lord Krishna - another of history's famous chauffeurs
• (his kindness:) where my genuine concern for him ended and where my self-interest began, I could not tell: no servant can ever tell what the motives of his heart are.
• Every big market in Delhi is two markets in one - there is always a smaller, grimier mirror image of the real market, tucked somewhere in to a by-lane.
• 'Did you read English?' I retorted. .. That did it. Until then his tone of talking to me had been servant-to-servant; now it became man-to-man.
• Standing around books.. you feel a kind of electricity buzzing up toward you... What happens is that your brain starts to hum.
• From the amount of garbage thrown outside the walls of the house, you knew that rich people lived there.
• "Six thousand five hundred, Country-mouse. That's the minimum. White skin has to be respected."
• The more I stole from him, the more I realized how much he had stolen from me. .. I was growing a belly at last.
• The dense pollution that was hiding the prime minister and all his ministers and bureaucrats said to me:  They won't see a thing you do. I'll make sure of that.
• .. the little black bit of skin at the tip of the nose from which the nostril hairs still stuck out, like last defiant bits of the personality of the dead buffalo.
• Iqbal, that great poet, was so right. The moment you recognize what is beautiful in this world, you stop being a slave.

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