Author Archives: Sangeeta Bhatia

A Pelican at Blandings

She had no objection to some men being young –  waiters, for instance, or policemen or representatives of the country in the Olympic games – but in a man whose walk in life was to delve into people’s subconscious and … Continue reading

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Feet of Clay

Only crimes could take place in the darkness. Punishment had to take place in the light.

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A Mathematician’s Apology

“Judged by all practical standards, the value of my mathematical life is nil; and outside mathematics it is trivial anyhow. I have just one chance of escaping a verdict of triviality, that I may be judged to have created something … Continue reading

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Small Gods

It is a popular fact that nine-tenths of the brain is not used and, like most popular facts, it is wrong… It is used. And one of its functions is to make the miraculous seem ordinary and turn the unusual … Continue reading

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Angela’s Ashes

I don’t know what it means and I don’t care because it’s Shakespeare and it’s like having jewels in my mouth when I say the words. I say, Billy, what’s the use in playing croquet when you’re doomed? He says, … Continue reading

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All Quiet on the Western Front

“But what I like to know,” says Albert, “is whether there would not have been a war if the Kaiser had said No … Well, if not him alone, then perhaps if twenty or thirty people in the world had … Continue reading

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Interesting Times

‘Do teachers go anywhere special when they die?’ said Cohen. ‘I don’t think so,’ said Mr Savelop gloomily. He wondered for a moment whether there really was a great Free Period in the sky. It didn’t sound very likely. Probably … Continue reading

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The Count of Monte Cristo

“I too, as happens to every man once in his life, have been taken by Satan into the highest mountain in the earth, and when there he showed me all the kingdoms of the world, and as he said before, so … Continue reading

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King Solomon’s Ring

The creative writer, in depicting an animal’s behaviour, is under no great obligation to keep within the bounds of exact truth than is the painter or the sculptor in shaping an animal’s likeness. But   all three artists must regard … Continue reading

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Vera

Lucy recognised the cover of one of them at once, it was Wuthering Heights. Miss Entwhistle took it up, read its title in silence, and put it down again. The next one was Emily Brontë’s collected poems. Miss Entwhistle took it … Continue reading

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