Jeff In Venice, Death In Varanasi (2009) - Plot & Excerpts
So you must go to back of queue.’ ‘Sir, I am requesting you.’ ‘And your request has been categorically refused.’ In other circumstances I might have found this wearying, but I had been in India long enough, now, to realize that there is no limit to the number of times the same thing can be said. The fact that a point has been made does not mean that the same point does not need to be made again and again. There was scope, however, for enlarging and varying the point. ‘Furthermore, your request will never be granted,’ I said. ‘Never. Do you understand me?’ At some level, he did not. The idea of absolute refusal with no scope for a special dispensation or exemption made no sense. He continued standing where he was. We were neck and neck. Physically, he was not ahead of me in the queue, and I was not ahead of him, but I had, by now, established a crucial psychological advantage. My rival was not interested in the etiquette or principle of queuing. He simply wanted to use the bank machine quickly.
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