A beautifully written work that quietly indicts injustice, racism and the unconscious suspicion that causes us to assume and avoid rather than seeking contact and connection.
I do agree with Katherine Mansfield's hilarious remark about Forster:
"E. M. Forster never gets any further than warming the teapot. He's a rare fine hand at that. Feel this teapot. Is it not beautifully warm? Yes, but there ain't going to be no tea."