The Summer Capital Of The Raj, Simla Came To Be Known As "the Workshop Of The Empire". A Visitor Awed By This Hill-town Wrote, "Every Pigeonhole Contains A Potential Revolution, Every Office Box Cradles An Embryo Of War Or Death". The Heady Mixture Of Mountain Air, Political Power And Social Snobbery Attracted All Manner Of People To Simla: Ambitious Careerists, Calculating Matrons, Enigmatic Adventuresses, Bored Wives And Dashing Roues, Often With Disastrous Results. A Letter Home Lamented "the Pure Atmosphere And Foul Rumours, Ruined Prospects, Guilty Passions, Frivolity, Intrigue Jealousy, Madness Remorse Unmitigated"