- For all my Indian friends — the princes, the teachers, the politicians, the hunters, the boatmen, the sweepers, and for G. H. but — for whom I should never have known the wonder and beauty of India nor understood the Indian dream.
Two men sat in a bar. One said to the other, "Do you like Americans?" and the second man answered vigorously, "No."
"Do you like Frenchmen?" asked the first.
"No," came the answer with equal vigor.
There was a pause and the first man, raising his glass, asked, "Well, who do you like?"
Without hesitation the second man answered, "I like my friends."
- For this story the author is indebted to his friend Erich Maria Remarque.
- Begun in Cooch Behar, January 1933,
- Completed in New York, July 1937.