John Singer Sargent Dorothy Barnard painting

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hesitancy came over his neighbour. "I believe there was a glitch in the sound system," he said finally. "That would be my best guess. I can't see how those good people would've set to talking amongst themselves if they hadn't've thought I was through."
Chamcha felt a little abashed. He had been thinking that in a country of fervent believers the notion that was the enemy of God would have an easy appeal; but the boredom of the Rotarians of Cochin had shown him up. In the flickering light of the inflight movie, Dumsday continued, in his voice of an innocent ox, to tell stories against himself without the faintest indication of knowing what he was doing. He had been accosted, at the end of a cruise around the magnificent natural harbour of Cochin, to which Vasco da Gama had come in search of spices and so set in motion the whole ambiguous history of east-and-west, by an urchin full of pssts and hey-mister--okays. "Hi there, yes! You want hashish, sahib? Hey, misteramerica. Yes, unclesam, you want opium, best quality, top price? Okay, you want _cocaine?_"