"So the residents tossed her bucket and rags, her baskets and reed broom, down the stairwell, past the letter boxes through the collapsible gate, and into the alley. Then they tossed out Boori Ma. All were eager to being their search for a real durwan."- Interpreter of Maladies (pg 82)
A Pure Result of Self Embodiment. I see the world as jeweled seas. Always tasting the taste of eternity. Until my fingers felt the light decay. To find myself throwing stones at a mirror.
(Mary Gloven)
November 29, 2010
"While the astronauts, heroes forever, spent mere hours on the moon, I have remained in this new world for nearly thirty years. I know that my achievement is quite ordinary. I am not the only man to seek his fortune far from home, and certainly I am not the first. Still, there are times I am bewildered by each mile I have traveled, each meal I have eaten, each person I have known, each room in which I have slept. As ordinary as it all appears, there are times when it is beyond my imagination."- Interpreter of Maladies (pg 198)
"Living in a family where generosity is bad business; where mediocrity and stupidity hold sway; where meat-eating is a virtue— he is ungenerous, he is stupid, he eats meat."
Naipaul, V. S.; Aitken, Gillon (Editor). Between Father and Son : Family Letters.
Westminster, MD, USA: Alfred A. Knopf Incorporated, 2000. p 22.
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