... when a young Brahmin drew alongside me and after some conversation in Urdu between us, pointed to his home some hundred yards from the road and suggested I go there with him for a drink of water. While my hosts used a brass vessel, I drank from a rough earthen tumbler, which, on thanking them and taking my leave, I smashed on the ground to show that I knew it could not anyhow be used again. 'He is a Hindu,' they said to one another with a smile. There is a sense in which it had been true: the British were married to India, as Venice was married to the sea.

Article on Powell's time in India during the Second World War, The Spectator (6 April 1974), from Simon Heffer, Like the Roman. The Life of Enoch Powell (Phoenix, 1999), p. 98.