And thats what it was like most nights; abuse from Shiva and others; condescension from Ardashir; never seeing Alsana; never seeing the sun; clutching fifteen pence and then releasing it; wanting desperately to be wearing a sign, a large white placard that said:I AM NOT A WAITER. THAT IS, I AM A WAITER, BUT NOT JUST A WAITER. I HAVE BEEN A STUDENT, A SCIENTIST, A SOLDIER. MY WIFE IS CALLED ALSANA. WE LIVE IN EAST LONDON BUT WE WOULD LIKE TO MOVE NORTH. I AM A MUSLIM BUT ALLAH HAS FORSAKEN ME OR I HAVE FORSAKEN ALLAH. IM NOT SURE. I HAVE AN ENGLISH FRIEND ARCHIE AND OTHERS. I AM FORTY-NINE BUT WOMEN STILL TURN IN THE STREET. SOMETIMES. But no such placard existing, he had instead the urge, the need, the speak to every man, and like the Ancient Mariner to explain, always to explain, to reassert something, anything. Wasnt that important? But then the heartbreaking disappointmentto find out that the inclining of ones head, poising of ones pen, these were important, so important. It was important to be a good waiter, to listen when someone said: Lamb Dawn Sock and Rice. Please. With Chips. Thank you. And fifteen pence, clinked on china. Thank you Sir. Thank you so very much. (Smith, 131-32) What is the significance of how Samad is described here? How does the text depict how he feels through literary devices like allusion and narrative perspective? How is this section of the text significant with regards to the rest of The Waiters Wife?
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