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V. S. Naipaul: The Enigma Of Arrival


He would have looked out on something like perfection: the lawn with the great trees in the foreground, the forest or wood to one side, the beaten-down water meadow beyond this lawn, with all the growth of willow and reeds and bamboo clumps and dogwood and the shrubs that loved water; the river with its river growths, the water meadows beyond, the willows, the channels, the drowned fields catching the morning light and, at a sufficient distance, the evening light; and then the bare downs again.  (222) Continue reading V. S. Naipaul: The Enigma Of Arrival