It was the day of Gandhi’s assassination; but on the Calvary the sightseers were more interested in the contents of their picnic baskets than in the possible significance of the, after all, rather commonplace event they had turned out to witness. In spite of all the astronomers can say, Ptolemy was perfectly right: the center of the universe is here, not there. Gandhi might be dead; but across the desk in his office, across the lunch table in the Studio Commissary, Bob Briggs was concerned to talk only about himself.
— Aldous Huxley, Ape and Essence
A slight mis-step is “Gandhi might be dead; but across the desk in his office…” it is obviously not Gandhi’s office but the momentary ambiguity messes it up somewhat for me.