To set the passage up, I need to tell you that, according to the Dramatis Personae helpfully provided at the front of the book, Major Shahid Khan is "a Pakistani intelligence agent who masterminds a counterfeit money operation against India." At home alone one Sunday, "after all responsibilities have momentarily been discharged, he feels that he can take an hour off. He goes to his bedroom and shuts the door. The front door is locked, and he knows nobody will disturb him, but he is compelled to make sure that his privacy is secure. Until now, only his wife knows he does what he is about to do."
last two years, since a doctor in Karachi told him that he had better learn to relax, or his ulcers were going to kill him. . . . [Khan first tries squash and then chess, but his competitive nature makes both too competitive and hence stressful and so he] called the Karachi doctor . . . and almost hung up when he heard what the man had to suggest. It took him two months to buy the yarn, and another three weeks to begin. But he found, even that first time in the hotel room in Tallinn, that his hands fell naturally into the rhythms. He understood the taut opposition of knit and purl, and did not need to think. He did not need to knit faster, or better, or even competently. He just made something, something red and oddly shaped and large, and decided later that it was a scarf.
grows, and he is at peace."
And absolutely indispensable, I think, is this little corydalis lutea. The original plant in my garden was also given to me, this one by my friend, Alison. In the years since then, I first divided it to spread it around, and then left it to seed itself where it wants to. It's much happier in part to full shade, but also tolerates full sun, although it gets pretty bedraggled looking in those spots by late July.
What about you? Any recommendations you want to share for reading? Or for your favourite filler plants in the garden? If you do have recommendations, we'd love to see them in the comments below.