When Iarrivedlate on a sun-drenched Friday afternoon in June, the place was a hub of inactivity: I met a foursome whose ambitions for the evening extended to gin-and-tonics taken in Adirondack chairs on the patio, and two other guests who were wrapping up a few hours of quiet fishing from the dock.
I'm not sure if I was already imbued with this sentiment when, three months after I'd purchased the book, Iarrived in the cauldron of Calcutta, late in the afternoon of February 24, 1987.