If the empire crumbled down quietly in [b:Troubles|256279|Troubles|J.G. Farrell|http://d.gr-assets.com/books/1320553126s/256279.jpg|1391244], british India shouted their indignation loudly. Canon blazed, bullets whizzed past, the stink ruled and at the periphery the natives picknicked and watched the show. This image wouldn't dissapear easily from my mind. A siege where the besieged rationed their dwindling food supply while around them the smell of curry wafted.... Farrell is a true champion of such an absurd imagery. Another one, he compared a General tottering from his horse, trying to hold blood seeping from his wounds, to a person trying to eat toast with honey dripping... I'm clapping so hard on Farrell's accomplishment in story telling. He's still the best author in wrapping the most awful thing with humour. I'm truly saddened that he died so young and didn't leave more gems such this is.