Kirpal Singh (Kip) Look. See? Move that — and no more Bach. [to Hana after playing the piano] Kirpal Singh (Kip) It's still there, the cannon, outside the museum. It was made of metal cups and bowls taken from every household in the city as tax, then melted down. Then later they fired the cannon at my people - comma - The natives - full stop. [reading from w:Herodotus to Almásy] Kirpal Singh (Kip) What I really object to, Uncle, is your finishing all my condensed milk —and the message everywhere in your book - however slowly I read it - that the best destiny for India is to be ruled by the British. [to Almásy]