QUOTE : That interminable journey, with its stations full of people and the vendors of trinkets and sweets, made me think of some lines from a Mexican in the twentieth, Ramón López Velarde: My country: your house is still so vast that the train going by seems like a Christmas box from a toyshop. The strangeness of India brought to mind that other strangeness: my own country. I had just written The Labyrinth of Solitude, an attempt to answer the question that Mexico asked me; now India was asking another question, one that was far more vast and enigmatic.