Wherever I turn, there is something of which to be ashamed. But shame is like everything else; live with it for long enough and it becomes part of the furniture. In 'Defence', you can find shame in every house, burning in an ashtray, hanging framed upon a wall, covering a bed. But nobody notices it any more. And everyone is civilized.
(It's better to create than destroy what's unnecessary)
Monday, August 30, 2010
Shame - pg. 28
Labels: Salman Rushdie
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