Death of a Lesser God | 
College Street.... a maze of coffee shops and dusty bookstores, where, the tongawallah informed her, customers could sit and read for as long as they wished without buying so much as a pamphlet.
Persis wondered, briefly, what her father would make of such wild generosity; she suspected his heart might literally implode at the thought of his own clientele wantonly thumbing the Wadia Book Emporium's merchandise before leaving without a purchase.
She recalled a lecture delivered by a visiting American economist.... a large, florid man who'd reminded her of a water buffalo, had confidently predicted the end of the Raj.....
He'd underlined his analysis with a colourful remark that had stayed with her: Running a colonial enterprise is like raising an elephant. It's hard work, costs a fortune, and sooner or later the elephant craps on your head.
Work is depressing RN, so I'm escaping with global crime.
