In Italy, there's always chickens, but no eggs. In Africa there's eggs, but never chickens. Who separated them?
Ask him. Ask your saint who he is. Ask him who he's killed.
There was a result to what you did!
Look. See? Move that ˇ and no more Bach.
It's still there, the cannon, outside the museum. It was made of metal cups and bowls taken from every household in the city as tax, then melted down. Then later they fired the cannon at my people - comma - The natives - full stop.
What I really object to, Uncle, is your finishing all my condensed milk ˇand the message everywhere in your book - however slowly I read it - that the best destiny for India is to be ruled by the British.
This is what I do. I do this every day.
Why are you people so threatened by a woman?
I'm going to suprise her. It's our anniversary. She's forgotten, of course.
In case you're still wondering, This is called a supersternal notch. points to notch at base of throat
I have to teach myself not to read too much into everything. It comes from too long having to read so much into hardly anything at all.
(?) I apologize if I appear abrupt. I am rusty at social graces.
(?) There's a war. Where you come from becomes important.
(?) It's ghastly. It's a witchhunt. Anyone remotely foreign is suddenly a spy.
(?) We didn't care about countries did we? Brits, Arabs, Hungarians, Germans. None of that mattered, did it? It was something finer than that.
How do you explainÍ to someone who's never been hereÍ feelings that seem quite wrong.
How do you know you're not German if you don't remember anything?