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I Spy with My Little Eye/ Humphry House “The evening traffic was out on Central Avenue. South-going football cars were cheating one another in the stream, an on the pavements many people more, hurrying to the match with umbrellas and periscopes, had to swerve and dodge to gain position among the rest, who merely wanted to be cool. The bulls navigated from island hydrant, from hydrant to dustbin, sharing with men desire for pleasure and safety, tired of a day’s obstructing traffic, indolently cheered with hopes of food. Master-bulls might spend the day beneath a Chowringhee electrician’s fan, but for these their cover was the selfish sky, and they began to prowl when its vigilance relaxed. As these went down everything moved quicker. The policeman at Bowbazar crossing had been reinforced; and two of them signalled to each other across the chaos. … I had walked from College Street past the Hospitals; from the hopeless spiral muddle made by Bentinck past dise...