"Tango?" said Mrs Rupa Mehra in alarm. "What is tango?"
"Bye, Ma," said Meenakshi. "Tango. A dance. We're going the Golden Slipper. Nothing to worry about. There's just a large crowd and a band and dancing."
"Abandoned dancing!" Mrs Rupa Mehra could hardly believe her ears.
— from A Suitable Boy, by Vikram Seth.
(I'm only about a third of the way through the book, but the number of pages is alarmingly high — easily the equivalent of two average novels.)
Part seven with all its parties and socializing has been particularly delightful. Lots of clever repartee, and throwaway lines like, "He's just a writer, he knows nothing at all about literature."
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