The Home and the World

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Macmillan, 1919 - Bengali fiction - 293 pages
Gennem historien om en krise i Rani Vimala's og Nikhil's ægteskab får læseren indblik i de sociale og politiske brydninger mellem gammelt og nyt i Bengalen i begyndelsen af 1900-tallet

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Tagore’s story is set in Bengal at the early part of the 20th century when the Swadeshi (self-sufficiency) movement was taking root, which had as its aim that people would use only domestic goods. At ... Read full review

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A complex and beautiful story about a woman in 1900's India. Bimala is a beautiful married woman who struggles between the traditional culture she was raised to follow, and her husband Nikhil's ideas ... Read full review

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Page 247 - She should never have looked at me If she meant I should not love her! There are plenty . . . men, you call such, I suppose . . . she may discover All her soul to, if she pleases, And yet leave much as she found them : But I'm not so, and she knew it When she fixed me, glancing round them.
Page 262 - I tell you, Nikhil, man's history has yet to be built by the united effort of all the races in the world, and therefore, this selling of conscience for political reasons — this making a fetish of one's country won't do.
Page 20 - to serve my country; but my worship I reserve for Right which is far greater than my country. To worship my country as a god is to bring a curse upon it.
Page 18 - I cannot . . . look upon Miss Gilby through a mist of abstraction, just because she is English. Cannot you get over the barrier of her name after such a long acquaintance? Cannot you realize that she loves you?
Page 283 - All duties have become as shadows : all rules and restraints have snapped their bonds. O love, my love, I could set fire to all the world outside this land on which you have set your dainty feet, and dance in mad revel over the ashes,... These are mild men. These are good men. They would do good to all, — as if this all were a reality ! No, no ! There is no reality in the world save this one real love of mine. I do you reverence. My devotion to you has made me cruel ; my worship of you has lighted...
Page 43 - What I really feel is this, that those who cannot find food for their enthusiasm in a knowledge of their country as it is, or those who cannot love men just because they are men, who needs must shout and deify their country in order to keep up their excitement, — these love excitement more than their country.
Page 43 - ... love excitement more than their country. To try to give our infatuation a higher place than Truth is a sign of inherent slavishness. Where our minds are free we find ourselves lost. Our moribund vitality must have for its rider either some fantasy, or, some one in authority, or a sanction from the pundits, in order to make it move.
Page 48 - Every man has a natural right to possess, and therefore greed is natural. It is not in the wisdom of nature that we should be content to be deprived. What my mind covets, my surroundings must supply.
Page 36 - I have anger. I would be angry for my country's sake. If necessary. 'I would smite and slay to avenge her insults. I have my desire to be fascinated, and fascination must be supplied to me in bodily shape by my country. She must have some visible symbol casting its spell upon my mind. I would make my country a person, and call her Mother Goddess, Durga — for whom I would redden the earth with sacrificial offerings. I am human, not divine'...
Page 23 - I said within myself that his language had caught fire from my eyes ; for we women are not only the deities of the household fire, but the flame of the soul itself.

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