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"‘Was it black, Sandy, or just a touch of the cream - I forget?’ she asks with mock gentility. This is the Pharisaic life we lead — she is telling him — a continent lies dying at our door, and here we stand or kneel drinking coffee off a silver tray while just down the road children starve, the sick die and crooked politicians bankrupt the nation that was tricked into electing them."  - The Constant Gardener, by John le Carré


"Only Esmeralda was not weeping. Instead she wore that wooden look that whites mistake for churlishness or indifference. Woodrow knew it was neither. It was familiarity. This his how real life is constituted, it said. This is grief and hatred and people hacked to death."  - The Constant Gardener, by John le Carré


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"One dead white female, death unexplained, one headless African, identified as Noah the driver, married with four children. One Mephisto safari boot, size seven. One blue bush jacket, size XL, bloodstained, found on the floor of the car. The women in her mid-to-late twenties, dark-haired, one gold ring on third finger of left hand. One gold necklace on the car floor.
That necklace you’re wearing, Woodrow heard himself saying in mock challenge as they danced.
My grandmother gave it to to my mother on her wedding day, she answered. I wear it with everything, even if it’s out of sight."  - The Constant Gardener, by John le Carré


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"Tessa. ‘What about her?’ he said. His tone deliberately incurious, his mind racing in all directions. Oh Tessa. Oh Christ. What have you done now?
‘The Nairobi police say she’s been killed,’ Mildren said, as if he said it every day."  - The Constant Gardener, by John le Carré