Quotation of "Mr.Pirzada Came to Dine"

"What are you doing back here? Mrs.Kenyon's in the library. She came to check upon us." I slammed the book shut, too loudly. Mrs.Kenyon emerged, the aroma of her perfume filling up the tiny aisle, and lifted the book by the tip of its spine as if it were a hair clinging to my sweater. She glanced at the cover, then at me. "Is this book a part of your report, Lilia?" "No, Mrs.Kenyon.""Then I see no reason to consult it," she said, replacing it in the slim gap of the shelf. "Do you?"

The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-time 500 Words

These are the things Christopher told me that he remembers. There are 19 cows in the field, 15 of which are black and white and 4 of which are brown and white.
There is a village in the distance which has 31 visible houses and a church with a square tower and not a spire.
There are ridges in the field, which means that in medieval times it was what is called a ridge and furrow field and people who lived in the village would have a ridge each to do farming on.
There is an old plastic bag from Asda in the hedge, and a squashed Coca-Cola can with a snail on it, and a long piece of orange string.
The northeast corner of the field is highest and the southwest corner is lowest (He had a compass because his family were going on holiday and he wanted to know where Swindon was when they were in France) and the field is folded downward slightly along the line between these two corners so that the northwest and southeast corners are slightly lower than they would be if the field was an inclined plane.
Christopher can see three different types of grass and two colors of flowers in the grass. The cows are mostly facing uphill.
And there were 31 more things in this list of things Christopher noticed but I said that he  didn't need to write them all down. And I told him that it is very tiring if he is in a new place because he see all these things. Christopher remembers them so well that if someone asked him afterward what the cows looked like, he could ask which one, and he could do a drawing of them at home and say that a particular cow had patterns on it like this:
Then Christopher realize that he told a lie in Chapter 13 because he said “I cannot tell jokes,” because he does know 3 jokes that he can tell and he understands and one of them is about a cow, and I told him that he didn't have to go back and change what he wrote in Chapter 13 because it doesn't matter because it is not a lie, just a clarification. And this is the joke.There are three men on a train. One of them is an economist and one of them is a logician and one of them is a mathematician. And they have just crossed the border into Scotland (Christopher doesn't know why they are going to Scotland) and they see a brown cow standing in a field from the window of the train (and the cow is standing parallel to the train).
And the economist says, “Look, the cows in Scotland are brown.”
And the logician says, “No. There are cows in Scotland of which one at least is brown.”
And the mathematician says, “No. There is at least one cow in Scotland, of which one side
appears to be brown.”
And it is funny because economists are not real scientists, and because logicians think more
clearly, but mathematicians are best.

When Mr. Pirzada Came to Dine

"Though I had not seen him for months, it was only then that I felt Mr. Pirzada's absence. It was only then, raising my water glass in his name, that I knew what it meant to miss someone who was so many miles and hours away, just as he had missed his wife and daughters for so many months."

Quote Analysis: When Mr. Prizada Came to Dine

My father rapped his knuckles on top of my head. “You are, of course, aware of the current situation? Aware of East Pakistan’s fight for sovereignty?” I nodded, unaware of the situation. We returned to the kitchen, where my mother was draining a pot of boiled rice into a colander. My father opened up the can on the counter and eyed me sharply over the frames of his glasses as he ate some more cashews. “What exactly do they teach you at school? Do you study history? Geography?” “Lilia has plenty to learn at school,” my mother said. “We live here now, she was born here.” She seemed genuinely proud of the fact, as if it were a reflection of my character. 

When Mr. Pirzada Came to Dine

"It made no sense to me. Mr. Pirzada and my parents spoke the same language, laughed at the same jokes, looked more or less the same. They ate pickled mangoes with their meals, ate rice every night for supper with their hands. Like my parents, Mr. Pirzada took off his shoes before entering a room, chewed fennel seeds after meals as a digestive, drank no alcohol, for dessert dipped austere biscuits into successive cups of tea. Nevertheless my father insisted that I understand the difference, and he led me to a map of the world taped to the wall over his desk."

When Mr. Pirzada Came to Dine Quotation

In the Autumn of 1971 a man used to come to our house, bearing confections in his pocket and hopes of ascertaining the life or death of his family. His name was Mr. Pirzada, and he came from Dacca, now the capital of Bangladesh, but then a part of Pakistan. That year Pakistan was engaged in civil war. The eastern frontier, where Dacca was located, was fighting for autonomy from the ruling regime in the west. In March, Dacca had been invaded, torched and shelled by the Pakistani army. Teachers were dragged onto streets and shot, women dragged into barracks and raped. By the end of the summer, three hundred thousand people were said to have died. In Dacca Mr. Pirzada had a three-story home, a lectureship in botany at the university, a wife of twenty year, and seven daughters between the ages of six and sixteen whose names all began with the letter A.  

By the Waters of Babylon Quotation - by Hantine Hsu

“There was also the shattered image of a man or a god. It had been made of

white stone and he wore his hair tied back like a woman’s. His name was ‘ASHING’,

as I read on the cracked half of a stone. I thought it wise to pray to ‘ASHING’, though

I do not know that god.”

Comment: I found this part of the story very amusing, because from where he said

the stone was cracked in half, the reader could tell that the words he read was a

portion of someone’s name we made a statue of. This passage really shows the

irony of the story. We, the reader knows that it was a statue of a man, even though

we might not be able to guess who. (Who is it?) However, John, our main character

has no idea who the statue was, and then he even prayed for “the god, Ashing’s”

protection. To me it was quite hilarious of how a first person narrative could be so

blind and bring so much irony from the story.