One more person in the novel was better searching for something, and that was Sir Darius Xerxes Cama. He was dreaming of England, of going there, like it was a sacred place for him, “Whenever he dreamt, he dreamt of England: England as pure, white Palladian mansion set upon a hill above a silver winding river, with spreading parterre of brilliant green lawns edged by ancient oaks and elms, and the classis geometry of flower beds orchestrated by unseen master gardeners into four-seasons symphony of color.” (The Ground Beneath Her Feet 97). He did go there, but soon regret his decision. It was not what he suspected it would be. Sir Darius was disappointed with everything, the government, the whole system in England. It was not the country he
