Apr 4, 2014

salman rushdie: shame

He was wandering aimlessly, brooding upon the narrowness of his possibilities, when the earthquake began.
At first the mistook it for a shudder within his own body... He stood stupidly in that vitreous downpour of broken windows, unable to shake off the feeling of having imposed his private turmoils on the world around him, resisting the insane compulsion to seize hold of someone, anyone, in the milling, panicky crowd of pickpockets, salesmen and shoppers, to apologise for the trouble he had caused.

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