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The bastard. Old bastard. He wanted me off-balance, and here l am, knocked sideways. I won't speak, why should I, not like this, the humiliation_. "There was," said Saladin Chamcha, "a wallet of pounds, and there was a roasted chicken."
o o o
Of what did the son accuse the father? Of everything: espionage on child-self, rainbow-pot-stealing, exile. Of turning him into what he might not have become. Of making-a-man of. Of whatwill-I-tell-my-friends. Of irreparable sunderings and offensive forgiveness. Of succumbing to Allah-worship with new wife and also to blasphemous worship of late spouse. Above all, of magic-lampism, of being an open-sesamist. Everything had come easily to him, charm, women, , power, position. Rub, poof, genie, wish, at once master, hey presto. He was a father who had promised, and then withheld, a magic lamp.
o o o
Changez, Zeeny, Vallabh, Kasturba remained motionless and silent
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