E.M. Forster

'Why can't we be friends now? it's what I want. It's what you want'. But the horses didn't want it - they swerved apart; the earth didn't want it, sending up rocks through which riders must pass single-file; the temples, the tank, the jail, the palace, the birds, the carrion, the Guest House... they didn't want it, they said in their hundred voices, 'No, not yet', and the sky said, 'No not there'.