Sunday, November 9, 2008

Edward Hopper Morning Sun painting

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there many years. I was doorman at Claridge's Hotel." _Oh? Really? How interesting_. The man wanted to make small--talk! Salahuddin was appalled. _That's my father, don't you understand?_ "These garments," the mullah asked, indicating Changez's last kurta-- pajama outfit, the one which the hospital staff had cut open to get at his chest. "You have need of them?" _No, no. Take them. Please_. "You are very kind." Small pieces of black cloth were being stuffed into Changez's mouth and under his eyelids. "This cloth has been to Mecca," the mullah said. _Get it out!_ "I don't understand. It is holy fabric." _You heard me: out, out_. "May God have mercy on your soul."
And:
The bier, strewn with flowers, like an outsize baby's cot.
The body, wrapped in white, with sandalwood shavings, for fragrance, scattered all about it.
More flowers, and a green silken covering with Quranic verses

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