Near where I sat there was a statue of a woman weeping at the bust of a Victorian man.

Joining “the Firm”

An aspiring journalist from New Delhi gets a private tour of Kensington Palace—his new girlfriend’s childhood home

By Aatish Taseer

Illustrations by Paul Cox

It was the case of that tyranny of the weak over the strong which somewhere in one of my plays I describe as being “the only tyranny that lasts.”
—Oscar Wilde, De Profundis

“The palace itself.”