If their attitude toward morals is informal it is shown openly, not covertly. Their standards of courage are high. They speculate endlessly on the tremendous trifles and mysteries that have troubled man's thinking throughout his tenure on our strange planet. A room with a view of a mango tree may contain a boisterously quarrelsome family or a recluse devoted to carpentry or scholarship. The popular beverage is rum, though the gay blades who enjoy it most turn to the ostentatious patronage of a milk bar during an interval when joy through strength becomes fashionable.
Talk is swift and vigorous.
A Lardnerian precision in idioms animates it. The following scene concerns one Mrs. Morgan, who has the temerity to doubt the general prowess Mrs. Bhakcu ascribes to her lord and master, Mr. Bhakcu, a man of many devices. He wasn't talking, he was singing. He know a damn lot more than any of the ignorant man it have in this street, you hear. He could read and write, you know.