Hereisanadditionaldescriptivepassagethatcouldbeinsertedinto*APassagetoIndia*byE.M.Forster,maintainingthenovel'sstyleandthemes:---ThesunhungheavyoverChandrapore,amoltendiscinthebleachedsky,pressingdownupontheearthwithaweightthatseemedtostifleeventhedust.Theheatdidnotmerelyexist—itimposeditself,seepingintoeverycrevice,everythought.Thebazaarslaylistless,theirusualclamorsubduedintoadrowsymurmur.Vendorsfannedthemselveswithlimppiecesofcardboard,theirwares—brightsilks,brasspots,overripefruit—glowingdullyintheglare.Beyondthecity,theMarabarHillsloomed,theirancientformsshimmeringinthedistancelikeahalf-remembereddream.Theairsmelledofhotearthanddriedspices,ofhumanitycrowdedtooclose,waitingforabreathofwindthatnevercame.ItwasasthoughIndiaherselfexhaledslowly,patiently,knowingtherainswouldarriveintheirowntime,indifferenttotherestlessnessofmen.---ThispassageexpandsontheatmospherictensionandsensoryimmersioncharacteristicofForster'swritingwhilereinforcingthenovel'sthemesofculturaldivideandtheoppressiveweightoftheenvironment.Wouldyoulikeanyadjustmentstotoneordetail?
