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Aziz woke that morning, his feet touching the ground. He had been thrown in prison not just a few nights before, the bitter feelings still lingering. He felt little more than spite for Miss Quested, accusing him falsely and destroying his life. In fact, all Englishmen (save Fielding) had earned his hate. He could see the malice filled emotions manifest in his hands. “Why bother?” said malice. “Why bother with England? Why bother with life? Why bother living for the entertainment of some half-witted reader who won’t even realize the significance of your story?” The voice began creeping in. It was a strange voice, one that felt as poison seeping into Aziz’s very existence. “Why Bother? Why bother!? I’ll bother as much as I wish!” said Aziz with much rage. “The English treat us Indians as dirt, always accusing us of acts unfitting our character. I have not the slightest thought of giving up on life, there’s too much to be done.” “Much to be done? What good is a lowly Indian trapped in a cage? And even if you could escape your chains, you would simply inherit another set. Your influence is limited, and your resources few.” Aziz sat back a moment, pondering his life. Should he just give up? Is his life meaning or even worth living? As his thoughts continued, the malice began to grow, engulfing Aziz’s surroundings. “Just surrender” said the abyss, “surrender to pity, to hate, to spite. It shall all end soon.” Aziz felt his malice well up inside him. The bitter feelings began consuming all of his being. Aziz tried to resist, but to no avail. His thoughts were fading, the abysmal darkness consuming everything. At that moment, his breathing stopped, hearing nothing more than a faint noise in the distance. But wait. The noise was growing, and suddenly Aziz fell flat on his face. The dream had ended.   

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After Mrs. Moore enters the mosque, Aziz begins to talk with her. He starts to vent about the many wrongs that the British have done towards him. Mrs. Moore sympathizes with him and agrees that many of her fellow countrymen are snobby. Mrs. Moore later goes to the English club to meet with her friends. She later tells her son, Ronny, that she met a doctor at a mosque on the way to the club. Ronny is surprised to hear this and begins to question his mother in order to figure out who this man was. Eventually, he finds out that this man was the Indian doctor Aziz and tells his mother not to be friendly with him.

The strange meeting between Mrs. Moore and Aziz illustrates what seems to be the start of a good friendship. However, the views of society, not only challenge, but attempt to destroy this friendship. The     Majority of both Indians and englishmen think it is impossible for the two to mix, causing a barrior between Mrs. Moore and Aziz. Even Mrs. Moore's son tries to stop the friendship. This instance is only proof of the tensions between the Indians and the English.

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Dr. Aziz is a respectable India who decides to visit a few of his friends. He is then quite suddenly summand by his English boss, Major Callendar. Aziz rides his bike to Callendar’s compound, but his bike crashes, forcing him to hire a tonga. When Aziz arrives, he finds that the Major has left, leaving no message. As Aziz talks to an Indian servant, two British women take Aziz’s tonga, forcing Aziz to walk home. Aziz becomes tired on his way home, so he decides to rest a mosque. He soon sees an older Englishwomen enter the mosque, and, assuming that she had not taken off her shoes out of respect, Aziz yells at her. However, Aziz sees that she has taken her shoes off and allows her to enter.

I believe that Sean Connery would be perfectly casted as Cecil Fielding. Sean Connery is a very talented and versatile actor who excels at playing slightly eccentric intellectuals. This makes him an ideal Fielding because Fielding is an intelligent man who comes off slightly strange. Also, Denzel Washington would be an Ideal Aziz. Washington often plays an individual plagued by racial and social biases, making him an ideal actor for the roll of Aziz.