I remember when I first read E.M. Forster's A Passage to India. I'd heard for such a long time that the book was marvelous, descriptive, unforgettable... but I don't think I was quite prepared for the description, that draws you in. And, there's something about some of those passages that seem to stay with you--like an old friend. Somewhere in those lines-passages-pages, we fall upon a fascinating mix of light-and-dark, of illusion-and-reality, of being and belonging, of knowing and being. Have you ever felt so much like a stranger in a strange land, or like you belong in a place so far out of your realm of understanding?

In Passage to India, E.M. Forster writes: "In England the moon had seemed dead and alien; here she was caught in the shawl of night together with earth and all other stars. A sudden sense of unity, of kinship with the heavenly bodies, passed into the old woman and out, like water through a tank, leaving a strange freshness behind."

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