Delhi, the third day,

I am on my favorite terrace in New Delhi, desperately waiting for a cheap room to be freed. I could let me tempted by a little luxury, I shall have perhaps not later occasion, but it's still a little early I think. Unfortunately I have this feeling that everything which is not "Pure Luxury" is an equal level. The definition of "luxury" remains to be done. The quiet room with the view is "Super Deluxe". Perhaps just the idea of rest follows the idea of "luxury". The rest opposed to the work, the compensatory rest or relaxation of the soul and spirit. The view is important because it gives a dimension to the rest, bigger when the view is unobstructed. I contemplate the Connaught Place below and I feel calm. The din of horns and backfiring scooters has become impersonal, like the hums of the fans that you end up not hear. Is it really necessary to travel or find his "Room with a View"? The sea view from the huge window of this little hotel on the Normandy coast is it contemptible compared to what I have now? Certainly for those accustomed to the Normandy coast. The time factor may be important too. Contemplation of the Channel is perhaps relaxing a shorter time than that one of central New Delhi ...
The sun is strong; my shirt will again carry tonight white trails of evaporated salty sweat. That's the end of the day.

The visit of "Humayun's Tomb" was without artistic thrill. The monuments are beautiful of course, but something is missing, or maybe something is too much: the permanence of solicitation to spend money that Westerners represent too obscenely. In a calm surrounding, the pleasure might be different.
The game, the despair and the despair of the game of cruising on Connaught Place. Do I miss sex there? I think so, but the enjoyment is impossible.
The trouble calling. Physical and financial costs are further barriers between the world of my past and my present.