ABSTRACT
The real India, that has its capital not at Simla, nor at any city built by men, the India of Buddha and of Brahm, that desires not government appointments, but unity with the divine, the India that the Bridge Builders saw when the Ganges came down in flood, and the lama saw when he found the River of the Arrow and rescued Kim
from the tyranny of the wheel - that India - only by chance I think - scarcely finds expression in the poems at all. (73)
whereas his own sympathies, he says recollecting the visit, were with "the darkness, the social vastness and the human warmth of the world outside" (88) - the world of Lawrence, Dostoevsky, Melville and Emily Bronte. This is obvious in Forster's criticism of James.
