That's the trouble with you sad-city types: a place has to be miserable and dull as ditchwater before you believe it's real.
I will come back to India - so deal with it.
Look at history. It's not the account of a species at peace.
My horizon's have shrunk and I have only endings to write.
Dissensions between Muslim nations run at least as deep, if not deeper, than those nations' resentment of the West.
I don't think I've ever quite grown out of it, actually. There was a point where I could recite some of those Elvish verses - which I've mercifully forgotten. But I can still, if really pushed, recite the text of the inside of the ruling ring in the language of Mordor.