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author knows intimately the manners and conversation of the self- 

 made Midland manufacturer and his associates, and his picture of 

 Mark Rawson, so utterly absorbed in " getting on " — in " besting 

 the other chaps " — that his home is, as it were, but a bye-product, 

 has a photographic exactitude. 



As Mark's wealth had increased, so had his self-confidence and 

 dominance. Once resolved on a course of action, he bends his 

 Board of Directors to his will. When a strike occurs, he thinks 

 to dominate his workpeople in like manner. But they are of less 

 pliant material, and in the uproar Mark receives an injury to his 

 head which brings on a long illness. 



For the first time in his life, he becomes an onlooker : he has 

 leisure to think, and begins to readjust his values, to see that 

 there is such a thing as compromise. 



But this new Mark Rawson is incomprehensible to his colleagues 

 and — with the exception of his daughter Amy — to his family : 

 he loses the support of the one and the sympathy of the other. 



The sincerity and power of the book are unmistakable, and the 

 tragedy of the end is marked by a fine simplicity. 



A PASSAGE TO INDIA. 



By E. M. FORSTER, 



Author or " Howabds End," etc. 

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Reviewed by Rose Macaulay in The Daily News : " Mr. E. M. Forster 

 is to many people the most attractive and the most exquisite of contemporary 

 novelists. . . . Never was a more convincing, a more pathetic, or a more 

 amusing picture drawn of the Ruling Race in India. . . . 



"It is an ironic tragedy, but also a brilliant comedy of manners, and a 

 delightful entertainment. Its passages of humour or beauty might, quoted, 

 fill several columns." 



Reviewed by Sylvia Lynd in " Time and Tide " ; *' Reader, lo here, at 

 last, a great book. There have been brilliant books in recent years, witty 

 books, original books, books written in limpid and exquisite English ; but 

 not imtil now has there been a book that was all these things. . . . 



" ' A Passage to India ' is a delicious and terrible book. ..." 



From The Spectator : " Of all the novels that have appeared in England 

 this year, Mr. Forster's is probably the most considerable. . . . 



" ' A Passage to India ' is a disturbing, uncomfortable book. Its surface 

 is so delicately and finely wrought that it pricks us at a thousand points. 

 . . . The humour, irony, and satire that awake the attention and dehght 

 the mind on every page all leave their sting." 



