I use the word love loosely, and only because my vocabulary is unequal to the task of describing the precise nature of that maze, that forest of feel… - Arundhati Roy

They were not friends, Comdrade Pillai and Inspector Thomas Matthew, and they didn't trust each other. But they understood each other perfectly. They were both men whom childhood had abandoned without a trace. Men without curiosity. Without doubt. Both in their own way truly, terrifyingly, adult. They looked out into the world and never wondered how it worked, because they knew. They worked it. They were mechanics who serviced different parts of the same machine.

Madness slunk in through a chink in History. It only took a moment.

And once again, only the Small Things were said. The Big Things lurked unsaid inside.