"I put my ear against the white paintwork of the door. Yes, God was talking to himself, but not intimately. He was speaking slowly, in a deeper voice than usual, as if he were addressing a crowd. He was hissing his s’s and exaggerating his Indian accent. He’d spent years trying to be more of an Englishman, to be less risibly
conspicuous, and now he was putting it back in spade loads." (Karim eavesdropping on his father practicing for his visit to Eva, page 8)