Interpreter of Maladies and Pg
Quotes for Interpreter of Maladies A Temporary Matter.
! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! Instead he thought of how he and Shukumar had become experts at avoiding each other in their three-bedroom house, spending as much time on separate floors as possible. (pg. 4) In the beginning he had believed that it would pass, that he and Shoba would get through it all somehow. (pg. 5) She was the type to prepare for surprises, good and bad. (pg. 6) There were endless boxes of pasta in all shapes and colours … whole sides of lamb and goats from the Muslim butchers at Haymarket, chopped up and frozen in endless plastic bags. (pg. 6) Tonight, with no lights, they would have to eat together. For months now, they had served themselves from the stove. (pg. 8) It was the one time in the day she sought him out, and yet he'd come to dread it. (pg.8) Even though the plant was inches from the tap, the soil was so dry that he had to water it first before the candles would stand straight. (pg. 10) He remembered their first meals there, when they were so thrilled to be married, to be living together in the same house at last, that they would just reach for each other foolishly, more eager to make love than to eat. (pg. 10) Eventually he gave up trying to amuse her. He learned not to mind the silences. (pg. 12) The cosmetics that had seemed superfluous were necessary now, not to improve her but to define her somehow. (pg. 14) An exchange of confessions – the little ways they'd hurt or disappointed each other, and themselves. (pg. 18) Shoba had been pregnant at the time, her stomach suddenly immense, to the point where Shukumar no longer wanted to touch her. (pg. 19) Something happened when the house was dark. They were able to talk to each other again. (pg.19) It sickened Shukumar, knowing that she had spent these past evenings preparing for a life without him. He was relieved and yet he was sickened. This is what she'd been trying to tell him for the past four evenings. This was the point of her
! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! Instead he thought of how he and Shukumar had become experts at avoiding each other in their three-bedroom house, spending as much time on separate floors as possible. (pg. 4) In the beginning he had believed that it would pass, that he and Shoba would get through it all somehow. (pg. 5) She was the type to prepare for surprises, good and bad. (pg. 6) There were endless boxes of pasta in all shapes and colours … whole sides of lamb and goats from the Muslim butchers at Haymarket, chopped up and frozen in endless plastic bags. (pg. 6) Tonight, with no lights, they would have to eat together. For months now, they had served themselves from the stove. (pg. 8) It was the one time in the day she sought him out, and yet he'd come to dread it. (pg.8) Even though the plant was inches from the tap, the soil was so dry that he had to water it first before the candles would stand straight. (pg. 10) He remembered their first meals there, when they were so thrilled to be married, to be living together in the same house at last, that they would just reach for each other foolishly, more eager to make love than to eat. (pg. 10) Eventually he gave up trying to amuse her. He learned not to mind the silences. (pg. 12) The cosmetics that had seemed superfluous were necessary now, not to improve her but to define her somehow. (pg. 14) An exchange of confessions – the little ways they'd hurt or disappointed each other, and themselves. (pg. 18) Shoba had been pregnant at the time, her stomach suddenly immense, to the point where Shukumar no longer wanted to touch her. (pg. 19) Something happened when the house was dark. They were able to talk to each other again. (pg.19) It sickened Shukumar, knowing that she had spent these past evenings preparing for a life without him. He was relieved and yet he was sickened. This is what she'd been trying to tell him for the past four evenings. This was the point of her