The God of Small Things

“"history was like an old house at night. with all the lamps lit. and ancestor whispering inside. to understand history, we have to go inside and listen to what they're saying. and look at the books and the pictures on the wall. and smell the smells... and when we look in through the windows, all we see are shadows. and when we try and listen, all we hear is a whispering. and we cannot understand the whispering, because our minds have been invaded by a war. a war that we have both won and lost. the very worst sort of war. a war that captures dreams and re-dreams them. a war that has made us adore our conquerors and despise ourselves."”