Great Expectations
January 25th 2011 ‘Come with me sir, cremation starting now – you come, you see, you mourn … come, come now … ‘. I am not sure whether Charles Dickens ever visited Varanasi, on the banks of the River Ganges, but surely the wizened, and somewhat dishevelled, ancient man who was now tugging on my sleeve and trying to pull me goodness knows where, features in one of his novels. I had fallen behind the others
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